Although this book attempts to make an academic argument for the use of the narcotic Ketamine, it largely fails. This is compounded by the circumstances of Moore's death whereby extremely high on Ketamine (aka "in the K hole"), she wandered into a forest in the depths of a freezing cold Wisconsin winter night and died of hypothermia.
Ketamine is notorious for its dissociative affects whereby users see themselves in the 3rd person and feel that they've made profound insights into the world and how it works - because they're looking at the world from the outside or, as Moore puts it, from a "God's Eye" point of view. And while Moore attempts to make a scholarly case for this disassociation and the "true-meaning-of-life" insights she claims her prolonged use of Ketamine brought her, the reader can't help but recognise that they're being presented with the addict's destructive cycle of denial and rationale for avoiding a program of recovery. Personally, from some very limited experience, the K-hole is no fun whatsoever, and I am quite amazed at the way Ketamine has become, in the last few years, a party drug similar to cocaine and ecstasy - because it is not a stimulant, it is an anesthetic and users have hallucinogenic experiences and feel removed from their surroundings while also slowing down, or going on a downer, rather than wanting to dance and sing and love everybody around them.
Why do people take drugs? Primarily because they're fun - at the start. But as dependency takes hold and addiction sets in, drug users will find all sorts of rationale for their continued use; meanwhile their lives descend into chaos and eventually they die - in Moore's case in a freezing cold forest on a dark winter night because Ketamine's anesthetic qualities meant she could not feel the cold nor realise the effects that freezing weather was having on her body.
But, of course, because Moore was an accomplished and well published scholar with an engaging writing style, she managed to paper over the cracks of the horrors and terrors of drug addiction with some very neat, seemingly profound, erudite, and stylistic prose.
Very much of its time, the 1970s, if you are going to read this book (and it's not a bad read) you would do well to place it within the context of being a hangover from the counter culture and hippie movements of the late-1960s; a time during which many believed that Ketamine was an wonder-drug that could bring to the user profound insights into the workings of the world, humanity, and the human psyche. This view of non-medical, non-prescribed, and unsupervised use of Ketamine, in the critical opinion of this reviewer anyway, belongs to that historical era and should stay there.