When Ulysses S. Grant
lay dying in 1885 in upstate New York, he was treated with injections of good
brandy and morphine as well as cocaine. Down in New York City, his treatment
was other people's pleasure. Opium to be smoked.
Absinthe and laudanum to be drunk. Morphine to be drunk or shot. Cocaine to be
shot, snorted, or drunk from bottles of infused Bordeaux or the vials of liquid
cocaine extract that Parke-Davis manufactured. And, except for those
Chinese opium dens, it was legal, all of it. Some indulged, many didn't. They
called it freedom, and they called the bars dives. Now everything's illegal,
and they call it freedom.

nick Tosches, hell yes! Thanks again for your incredible wok here!
ReplyDeleteSeconding that love of NT, and your incredible work. AYP is my favorite library, bookstore, and reference source all rolled into one. Glad to see you back posting more hot 'n' ready reading material, and happy to have something spicy to warm up an otherwise frigid NYC weekend!!
ReplyDeleteThank you for this. Always appreciated.
ReplyDeleteAny chance of his "Dino"? Great book, haven't read (or seen) for years. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteAnother vote for Dino: Living High In The Dirty Business of Dreams, please!
ReplyDeleteeither epub or mobi gets me to box,and a file not supported message
ReplyDeleteChessman,
DeleteI think "not supported" message is for online previews. Download should still be o.k.
all the best,
Johnny