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Elizabeth Wurtzel, until now best known for un intentionally hilarious rock criticism in The New Yorker and New York magazine (she once wrote, “Rap is going to have to get easier to listen to”), offers in “Prozac Nation” an all-too-unsparing account of her life as the product of divorce, drugs and depression. Born in 1967, Ms. Wurtzel was a toddler when her parents separated. Raised by her mother, she was precocious at pain, slicing up her legs with a razor blade by the time she was 11 years old. Ms. Wurtzel makes her emotional life sound unceasingly tumultuous: disagreements with mother turn into screeching denunciations; spats with boyfriends become tear-drenched Armageddons. She describes an adolescence spent stoned, drunk and miserable, all because of a depression she compares to a “fog” that was “like a cage without a key.” A few years ago, she became one of the first people given the antidepressant fluoxetine, brand name Prozac, which righted a diagnosed chemical imbalance just enough to enable her to mix the metaphor quoted above and to write this book.
-New York Times