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Eric Layer Interviews 2011 Emerging Voices Mentor Jerry Stahl

Now that I’ve turned in my draft and await final judgment, er, Final Review, I thought it’d be a good time to check in with Jerry Stahl, my mentor from the Emerging Voices Fellowship (which is now accepting applications, for all you writers out there). Jerry is the author of the memoir Permanent Midnight, a story collection, and six novels, including the upcoming Happy Mutant Baby Pills, due in October from Harper Perennial. I bought his latest, Bad Sex on Speed (referred to from now on as BSOS), a few months back and finally got around to reading it. It’s a collection of short pieces revolving around, well, you can probably guess from the title.

Q: Tell me about the genesis of your last book, BSOS?

I had been asked to write a book of poetry for a French publisher. Something around 100, 120 pages. Instead, in a crazed six weeks or so, this came out.

Q: What exactly is BSOS? A novel? Novella? Novelette? Novel-in-stories? I ask because I’m struggling to figure out what to call my own collection.

It’s a novel. But I don’t think too much about labels.

Q: What drew you back into writing about drugs, and, in particular, the world of meth addicts?

Last year I began a trial program at a hospital in LA to try and cure the hepatitis C I contracted a couple of decades ago, shooting heroin. One of the side effects of the drug was what the administrators called ‘brain fog.’ In fact, I couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t string a coherent thought together. It was a bizarre situation. Needless to say, this freaked me for a minute. Then it hit me, what the hell, why not treat this, to steal a phrase from Iggy Pop, as some weird gift? So, given what was on my psycho-emotional plate, so to speak, at the time, a book crammed with the demented observations, memories, irrational writhings and rantings of meth-heads would not exactly be a stretch. What began as a liability would in fact make the book possible.

Q: The penultimate chapter in BSOS, “Crank-Tastics,” details a slew of famous speed freaks throughout history and especially in Hollywood. I’ve compared speed for artists to “juicing” for athletes; it can improve productivity in the short term, but wreak havoc in the long. Is there such a thing as responsible drug use? Are we, as the narrator of BSOS seems to believe, becoming a nation of addicts: Amphetamerica? And what the hell can we do about it?

Well, it’s no secret that Max Jacobsen, AKA Dr. Feelgood, (about whom a terrific biography has just come out), was feeding a steroid-and-amphetamine cocktail to everybody from JFK, Rod Serling, and Truman Capote to Mickey Mantle, Tennessee Williams, and Bob Fosse – to name a few. But, fascinating as the backstory may be, what a writer, painter, actor musician or any other kind of artist ultimately had to do to get the performance they got should make no difference. There’s a quotation from E M Cioran in my new novel, Happy Mutant Baby Pills – which of course I can’t completely remember. (The quotation, not the novel. Did I mention that trial drug thing?) The gist is, My life may be a living hell, but at least it is a hell of my own making.

As to ‘what we can do about it” – it’s a dreary and pointless question. We live in a fucked up world in a fucked up time with what looks like a brutal and fucked up future ahead. Not everybody can face reality with an all-natural smile. I don’t judge.

Q: BSOS feels very lived-in, we’re right in the meth-head’s mind. I’m curious how you entered that mind-state, while, presumably, you weren’t high yourself, and it had probably been a while since you were? Did your research, speak with current or recent addicts, etc.?

See above….

Along with my own hep-c-cure-induced, meth-adjacent pharmaceutical weirdness, I’ve also known my share of speed freaks over the years. One man’s blow-off-his-own-penis-on-bathtub-meth agony is another man’s happy anecdote. Not to mention there’s a grand tradition – one of my favorite underground books of all time is Warhol Factory denizen Taylor Mead’s little classic, “On Amphetamine and in Europe.” Not that I was a particular amphetamine fan. But why should that matter?

Stay tuned for next week’s Part Two, in which we delve into more of society’s ills, the pleasures of domesticity, the joys of writing screenplays, and the elusiveness of the second-person P.O.V. 

Jerry Stahl is the author of six books, including the memoir Permanent Midnight, (made into a movie with Ben Stiller and Owen Wilson) and the novels I, Fatty and Pain Killers. Formerly "Culture" columnist for Details, Stahl's fiction and journalism have appeared in Esquire, the New York Times, and the Believer, among other places. He has worked extensively in film and television and, most recently, wrote Hemingway & Gellhorn, starring Clive Owen and Nicole Kidman, for HBO.