I came into this book really wanting it to be good, to be an insightful analysis of the dynamics of pleasure and addiction in America, studying the causes and offering solutions. One of my friends had given it a glowing rating, and thus... I found myself disappointed with the uninformed, surface-level moralizing glazed over the text.
This book isn't for people who want to analyze, curb, or prevent addictions, this is a book that starts with the assumption that you're addicted to something and spends pages moralizing on your and other people's 'addictions', even if it has to define a short-term obsession or a minor bad habit as an addiction.
I honestly feel like this author doesn't have a working grasp on the full topic of addiction. She understands what it looks like on the surface or at its peak, when a person is so compelled to perform an action they come to her for help, but does not seem to understand any of the underlying causes of addiction, preferring to treat the surface-level actions without investigating the root causes and looking for ways to solve and/or cope with those, as well.
Additionally, she has no understanding of systemic or societal causes of misery or addiction outside of what a Buzzfeed article has been able to tell her.
I don't think she's ever met someone who lives in poverty, and if she has, I don't think she's ever seen any aspect of their life or listened to them without filtering it through a moralizing, puritan lens. Multiple times, she's able to cite studies of rats that state they'll rarely become addicted if given enriched, accessible environments fulled with large social groups, and rats isolated in bland environments will almost always become addicted, but fails to make the connection between this study and human environments.
She also doesn't seem aware of the existence of poverty in her own country, as multiple times she wonders why people are addicted to anything in the 'richest country in the world', making her seem deeply ignorant of the material conditions of the non-wealthy. Again, she can plainly state 'cheap entertainment is now more widely available than stable housing, meaningful work, affordable healthcare, meaningful community spaces or consistent community events', then turn around and, consciously or not, assume that the marginalized have all of the same resources her rich community and clientele do and merely choose to ignore them to become addicted to various substances.
When faced with solutions to concerning addiction, rather than proposing systematic changes to provide citizens with the missing resources she's cited before, she trots out the individual solutions her fellow silicone valley residents have used, leading to a large chunk of pages being used to praise how a man uses cold showers to cut down on his own drinking. Combined with a long tirade on how 'high-wage earners' are less likely to be addicted that puts the cart far before the horse (assuming that their high wages come as a result of avoiding addictions), it leads to the uncomfortable implication that the impoverished just haven't applied the right individual solution to conquer their own chemical dependencies.
The book operates under the assumption that everyone in America is drowning in artificial happiness all of the time, and pushes people to eschew pleasure and embrace pain as if most Americans outside her Stanford enclave aren't awash in low-grade malaise caused by structural isolation and increasingly unbearable economic inequality.
Speaking of her Stanford enclave, throughout the book, every single character is EXTREMELY privileged, and the author only acknowledges this in throwaway statements that feel like her editor or or brunch friends had to remind her to use. One character, a young doctor who got a DUI while earning his Ph.D offhandedly says 'if I was POC or poor, I would have lost everything' but thanks to his white wealth, he is given the privilege of showing off his flaws at every application without suffering any loss of status. I wish she'd actually spoken to someone who *had* lost everything to something like that.
Moreover, there is ZERO investigation into the root causes of either societal or individual addiction throughout the book, and, combining this with her well-off clientele, it begins to feel like addictions are oddly-shaped warts stuck onto otherwise perfect lives instead of flawed coping mechanisms for whatever actual struggles they may have, none of which she ever even seems to mention.
Further expounding upon her shallow analysis, throughout the book she keeps making the insulting equation of her short erotic literature obsession with full-blown chemical dependency. She continually causes her brief obsession 'an addiction', as if it could ever rival the drug or alcohol addictions of her clients. She presents many stories about her clients, but none of them ever seem to have the substance or critical analysis the topic deserves. Only ONE of her many anecdotes features someone with a life-long addiction, and his story feels like it's presented for shock value more than anything else.
The low-grade moralistic dog-whistling throughout the book ramps up in the final few pages, as she praises all forms of social restriction (pro-social shame and restrictive rulesets within groups) in the effort of weeding out 'freeloaders', a phrase loaded with connotations I *hope* she misunderstood, because the other implication is yet another instance of her looking down on 'lazy' people with 'no will power'.
Even before the book pulls the canine controlling device out of its' pocket, there's a distinct black-and-white mindset, where anything that isn't tightly and consciously controlled is an 'addiction'. To the point that the author states that people with mental issues or chronic pain shouldn't be using medications to improve their lives, claiming they're 'upsetting their dopamine balances' and further implying that because the drugs they're using could be abused in theory, the patients themselves are on the verge of abusing said drug at any time it becomes too pleasureful.
Referring back to the assumption of America as a nation drowning in artificial dopamine, the author assumes that everyone, at all times, is too joyful and the only way to 'reset their balance' is to pursue long-term asceticism. This dovetails nicely with her prescription of abstinence as the only cure for 'addictions', even to the point of uncritically promotes eating disorders in the form of extreme food restriction.
All of this, from the assumption of too much joy to the praise of restriction, all stems from a puritan mindset of 'pain will make you stronger' no matter what, and pleasure is just a loss of mental muscle mass that can only be regained by forcing yourself to abstain from what pleases you and lean into what hurts.
In summary, I feel like an alien wrote this book. Someone trapped in a misinformed, centuries-old mindset and a wealthy enclave who sincerely believes they have been given the answers when they still can't even comprehend the question.