So far:
First of all--a note on the book's tone, which is familiar, cutesy, silly, very British. A bit *too* silly, it is also endearing, & can get the reader through a lot of initially dry but important material such as Inca history, Spanish colonial mines & the forced labor system of mita imposed on the native South Americans, patent medicines, & the way cocaine interweaves through all these stories. I also enjoyed how he depicted the process of research for the book itself, making it the humorous, sometimes futile process it so often is & making the reader aware that this analysis wasn't out there written in stone but existed as invisible connections never made before between all sorts of old texts in the British library, for example.
Streatfield naively doesn't question criminalization, & does bring in some fairly tainted stuff like the infamous "cocaine rat" experiments (hint: they worked that way b/c the animals' landscapes were bare of any other normal stimulus, & the rats' lives were traumatized and barren. When placed in normal social contexts with a complex environment to explore & interact with, rats and other animals do *not* choose Drugs Over Life, but instead seem to settle on a moderate daily dose of whatever it is, even decreasing their intake if the solution given to them becomes more potent.) But that doesn't mean this book isn't chock full of yummy, relevant research & Streatfield does undermine drug hysteria no matter what his views are.
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Finished the book--scratch that, he does go into decrim as one of the few viable responses to cocaine as a political issue, but only really in the very last chapter of his nearly 500 page book. I guess the "cocaine is bad for you, mmmmk? " tone of the book fooled me--I wished he'd just said that it's part of a vast pharmacopia that humankind has been using for centuries & that it can be useful in strict moderation--you know, some harm reduction smarts, recognizing that it's not the drug itself but set, setting, and situation. He does rail against demonization of the drug, & drug war horror myths about it, as well as show a deep sympathy to poor South American coca growers whose economic needs are ignored or responded to in incredibly unrealistic ways---or the way they & their environment are sabotaged by the US spreading a fungus that kills coca plants--& EVERYTHING ELSE--on their soil. & he also makes an all important distinction between coca and cocaine--one is a *mild* stimulant that's been integrated into South American culture for thousands of years, while the other, much more intense, is a modern development. Most studies of cocaine don't go into coca, its precursor, & that's a huge failing that Streatfield wisely avoids. I was fascinated at the beginning of the book when he tries coca chewing himself--amazing intro gimmick.
The last thing that really bothered me is how uncritical he was about the addiction/dopamine studies of Dr. Nora Volkow (Trotsky's granddaughter, by the way, as Susan Cheever, another uncritical audience for these addiction studies, tell us in her silly sex addiction book), especially the animal studies, not seeking out any opposing theories, and not putting in the disclaimer that the study of neurotransmitters is still in its infancy.
But besides these faults, the book was incredibly informative, & though silly, quite fun to read.