Methland is, if anything, a masterful piece of journalism. But it's more than that, as author Nick Reding traces the connections between the rise of methamphetamine traffic and economic duress in rural America. His no-holds-barred depiction of the human destruction caused by meth addiction both turns the stomach and breaks the heart. This account about a recovering addict reveals the unmistakable spiritual dimension of meth addiction:
The bad news, said Major, was that he lacked anything in which to believe. He was working hard--at staying clean, at raising Buck, at making money. But without meth, Major found it impossible to feel, as he put it, "happy." ... Even when Major did the right thing, he couldn't quite believe in its rightness, for that thing didn't satisfy him--meth did. ... To get back to normal--that is, to begin once again to derive meaning from the humdrum facts of life--might take years. ... Major's self-admonishment that he ought to be grateful is no substitute for the neurotransmitters--and the feeling of well-being they create--that he can no longer produce. In the meantime, the gravitational pull of meth, with its pyrotechnic promise of biochemical ecstasy, could be overwhelming.
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