I was asked to review Harley Loco, a memoir written by a gay ex-junkie
hairdresser who was born in Syria and made her way to the drug capital known as
the East Village, N.Y. (via Detroit) where she made her name as a hairdresser/punk rock musician
(yes, musician and hairdresser) while skipping, like Dorothy going to Oz, through all the rungs
of junkie hell. I
didn’t want to read this book. First of all, I have personal knowledge of the
Christian/middle-eastern family structure and any one of this brave girl’s trifecta of secrets would take her
out. For myself, a book about a world-class junkie who
was also a world-class hairdresser?
No. I was going on a long train ride and it was on my Kindle so I took a peek.
I was surprised to see a preface by Elizabeth Gilbert of Eat, Pray Love, a
memoir I found difficult to swallow whole hog. Yet I was intrigued by Gilbert’s unabashed adoration of Ms.
Elias and her book.
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