« on: September 05, 2006, 07:38:43 AM »
Doesn't she go to Yale Law School now?
Indeed! A 38 years-old woman still attending school! LOL! Anyway, here it a short, but quite interesting bio:
Elizabeth Wurtzel (born July 31, 1967 in New York City, New York, USA) is an American writer. Brought up Jewish, she attended Ramaz for high school. While an undergraduate at Harvard College, she wrote for "The Harvard Crimson" and received the 1986 Rolling Stone College Journalism Award. She has battled heroin abuse and addiction to cocaine and Ritalin. As of 2005, Wurtzel is currently attending Yale Law School.
Wurtzel is most known for publishing her groundbreaking memoir, "Prozac Nation," at the age of 26. The book chronicles her battle with depression while a college undergraduate. The film adaptation of "Prozac Nation," starring Christina Ricci, premiered at the Toronto International Film Festival September 8, 2001 but never had a U.S. theatrical release. It was telecast on the Starz! network during March, 2005 and was released on DVD in the summer of 2005. In her second book, "female dog," she wrote that feminist writing had become "dry" and she wanted to make it "juicy" again. She focused on what was praiseworthy about "bad girls" such as Amy Fisher. She also published a second autobiographic volume with the title "More, Now, Again: A Memoir of Addiction" (2001), which is centered on drug addiction. She has also written for The New Yorker and New York Magazine.
Controversy erupted over comments Wurtzel, who lived near the World Trade Center in New York, made about the September 11, 2001 attacks, during an interview with Jan Wong about the "Prozac Nation" sequel, "More, Now, Again: A Memoir of Addiction." She was quoted in a February 16, 2002, article by Wong titled, "That's enough about me, now, what do you think of me?", for The Globe and Mail in Toronto:
My main thought was: What a pain in the ass... I had not the slightest emotional reaction. I thought, this is a really strange art project... It was a most amazing sight in terms of sheer elegance. It fell like water. It just slid, like a turtleneck going over someone's head... It was just beautiful. You can't tell people this. I'm talking to you because you're Canadian... I just felt like everyone was overreacting. People were going on about it. That part really annoyed me... I cried about all the animals left there in the neighbourhood... I think I have some kind of emotional block. I think I should join some support group for people who were there... You know what was really funny? After the fact, like, all these different writers were writing these things about what it was like, and nobody bothered to call me.