On “Leaving Las Vegas” by John O'Brien ****

 

This is another reread for me from a book read about three decades ago. When I last read it, the movie was a more recent title, and O'Brien's other two books were things more heavily on folks' minds. I did not like Stripper Lessons, which seemed mostly some male fantasy, and I never got to Assault on Tony's, which someone in grad school had recommended and which sounded sort of intriguing, mostly for its ties to the 1992 Los Angeles riots, but which I suspected would not be unlike the other two books in focusing mostly on dreariness and drinking and maybe some hot angelic woman. I was uncertain I would find this book of much interest this time around, and I was surprised by how well it held up.

Having come off reading Tapping the Source, this was a different sort of read. There isn't a strong plot on this title, but it deals with similarly salacious material. I can't say I'm likely to read this one again. In some ways, the plot is laughable and the characters seemingly nonsensicle and the whole thing unceasingly depressing. And yet, on some level, the work still manages to pull a bit at the reader, since it explores such dark and depressing lives and doesn't flinch at looking at them.

This is essentially a love story between an alcoholic and a prostitutee. The prostitute gets beat up. She has men (i.e., the former pimp) from her past show up and expect her to provide them whatever cash she's earning. This is not a glamourous life. It's hard and awful. The alcoholic has lost his wife and his job, though both losses seem mostly due to his drinking. He's chosen to drink above all else, and he has resigned himself to drinking himself to death, and he won't let anything or anyone stop him. He knows he's messed up. He gets the shakes anytime he hasn't had a drink recently enough. He too gets beat up or just stumbles for little reason and as such beats up his own body. (I'm prone to think such a life ridiculous, but having had a friend essentially do just that—drink himself to death—I know now this sort of thing happens, in late-stage alcoholism.)

The prostitute is desperate for companionship. The alcoholic, on some level, seems open to that for a while, but in the end, what he really wants is to be left alone with his drinking, and there's no stopping that. For a short while they meet and share share some moments. The plot never shirks from the inevitable bleak end.