Doubtless there is an exciting, informative tale to tell about drug crime in the ’70s—but this isn’t it.
Stiffly composed, unpersuasive account of the author’s drug-enforcement work in Boston.
Doyle asserts that the story of his years as an undercover agent “needs to be told. . . . The myth that experimental use of illegal drugs is a harmless rite of passage should not go unchallenged.” Perhaps, but such sanctimoniousness, which pervades the text, ultimately limits his tale’s effectiveness. Following a stint in the army, Doyle was recruited by the Bureau of Narcotics and Dangerous Drugs (the DEA’s precursor) in 1971, when the BNDD was seeking “experienced soldiers” to serve as undercover street agents. He divides his memoir into six long chapters, each delving into a different facet of the nefarious urban drug scene in a time and place Doyle recalls as swarming with thugs, bikers, mobsters, naïve swingers, and the tattered remnants of the counterculture. “Chinatown” details Doyle’s infiltration of that neighborhood’s heroin scene; an addicted prostitute eventually introduced him to a local kingpin. “Informant” describes the role of snitches in undercover drug work: “I came to despise most of them. . . . Nobody likes a rat.” In “Bad Acid,” the agent cozies up to a hippie (“I have connections all the way to Amsterdam, Hong Kong, San Francisco”) who steers him to the so-called “Acid King,” resulting in the takedown of a major LSD manufacturing operation. Throughout, Doyle finds himself increasingly appalled by the undercover milieu, meeting sweet young college students who soon overdose on heroin and brutish drug dealers whose attempts to dupe him are met with fisticuffs. The square-jawed tone, reminiscent of Dragnet, is often unintentionally humorous: ethnic and cultural stereotypes abound, and the agents spend their downtime getting hammered in bars. Doyle’s overwritten prose is strewn with adverbs, and his dialogue is stiff. Furthermore, the simplistic narrative fails to convey these operations’ complexity, portraying unbelievably dumb criminals who literally throw themselves at the G-men.
Doubtless there is an exciting, informative tale to tell about drug crime in the ’70s—but this isn’t it.Pub Date: June 24, 2004
ISBN: 1-55553-603-4
Page Count: 256
Publisher: N/A
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: April 15, 2004
For Howard Zinn, long-time civil rights and anti-war activist, history and ideology have a lot in common. Since he thinks that everything is in someone's interest, the historian—Zinn posits—has to figure out whose interests he or she is defining/defending/reconstructing (hence one of his previous books, The Politics of History). Zinn has no doubts about where he stands in this "people's history": "it is a history disrespectful of governments and respectful of people's movements of resistance." So what we get here, instead of the usual survey of wars, presidents, and institutions, is a survey of the usual rebellions, strikes, and protest movements. Zinn starts out by depicting the arrival of Columbus in North America from the standpoint of the Indians (which amounts to their standpoint as constructed from the observations of the Europeans); and, after easily establishing the cultural disharmony that ensued, he goes on to the importation of slaves into the colonies. Add the laborers and indentured servants that followed, plus women and later immigrants, and you have Zinn's amorphous constituency. To hear Zinn tell it, all anyone did in America at any time was to oppress or be oppressed; and so he obscures as much as his hated mainstream historical foes do—only in Zinn's case there is that absurd presumption that virtually everything that came to pass was the work of ruling-class planning: this amounts to one great indictment for conspiracy. Despite surface similarities, this is not a social history, since we get no sense of the fabric of life. Instead of negating the one-sided histories he detests, Zinn has merely reversed the image; the distortion remains.
Pub Date: Jan. 1, 1979
ISBN: 0061965588
Page Count: 772
Publisher: Harper & Row
Review Posted Online: May 26, 2012
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 1, 1979
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A moving meditation on mortality by a gifted writer whose dual perspectives of physician and patient provide a singular...
A neurosurgeon with a passion for literature tragically finds his perfect subject after his diagnosis of terminal lung cancer.
Writing isn’t brain surgery, but it’s rare when someone adept at the latter is also so accomplished at the former. Searching for meaning and purpose in his life, Kalanithi pursued a doctorate in literature and had felt certain that he wouldn’t enter the field of medicine, in which his father and other members of his family excelled. “But I couldn’t let go of the question,” he writes, after realizing that his goals “didn’t quite fit in an English department.” “Where did biology, morality, literature and philosophy intersect?” So he decided to set aside his doctoral dissertation and belatedly prepare for medical school, which “would allow me a chance to find answers that are not in books, to find a different sort of sublime, to forge relationships with the suffering, and to keep following the question of what makes human life meaningful, even in the face of death and decay.” The author’s empathy undoubtedly made him an exceptional doctor, and the precision of his prose—as well as the moral purpose underscoring it—suggests that he could have written a good book on any subject he chose. Part of what makes this book so essential is the fact that it was written under a death sentence following the diagnosis that upended his life, just as he was preparing to end his residency and attract offers at the top of his profession. Kalanithi learned he might have 10 years to live or perhaps five. Should he return to neurosurgery (he could and did), or should he write (he also did)? Should he and his wife have a baby? They did, eight months before he died, which was less than two years after the original diagnosis. “The fact of death is unsettling,” he understates. “Yet there is no other way to live.”
A moving meditation on mortality by a gifted writer whose dual perspectives of physician and patient provide a singular clarity.Pub Date: Jan. 19, 2016
ISBN: 978-0-8129-8840-6
Page Count: 248
Publisher: Random House
Review Posted Online: Sept. 29, 2015
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 15, 2015
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