By Hubert Selby Jr.
An evocative, poignant saga of 4 humans trapped—and finally destroyed—by their addictions
Sara Goldfarb is devastated by way of the demise of her husband. She spends her days gazing video game exhibits and obsessing over showing on tv as a contestant—and her prescription slimming capsules purely speed up her mania. Her son, Harry, resides within the streets together with his buddy Tyrone and female friend Marion, the place they spend their days promoting medicines and dreaming of get away. whilst their heroin provide dries up, all 3 descend into an abyss of dependence and depression, their lives, like Sara’s, doomed by means of the damaging strength of drugs.
Tragic and appealing, Requiem for a Dream is one among Selby’s strongest works, and an indelible portrait of the ravages of addiction.
This booklet good points an illustrated biography of Hubert Selby, Jr., together with infrequent images from the author’s property.
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Laing and a familiar figure on CND marches, joining Bertrand Russell at anti-nuclear sit-ins and being glamorously dragged away by the police. Late-night discussion programmes on television were as much her natural home as the consulting room. As a child I watched her on my grandmother’s TV set, deeply impressed by the caftans, waist-length black hair and fiercely articulate passion. Free love and legalized drugs meant little to me, though I guessed they were in some way connected to the friendly but unfamiliar men who appeared on her weekend visits, and to the home-made cigarettes she taught me to roll for her and which she smoked despite the protests of my wearily tolerant grandmother.