Harley Loco: A Memoir of Hard Living, Hair, and Post-Punk, from the Middle East to the Lower East Side Read Online Free - “It is my honor to introduce these pages—so gravelly, so straggly, so hopeful, bright, and true.” —Elizabeth Gilbert
When she was seven, Rayya Elias and her family fled the political conflict in their native Syria, settling in Detroit. Bullied in school and caught between the world of her traditional family and her tough American classmates, she rebelled early.
Elias moved to New York City to become a musician and kept herself afloat with an uncommon talent for cutting hair. At the height of the punk movement, life on the Lower East Side was full of adventure, creative inspiration, and temptation. Eventually, Elias’s passionate affairs with lovers of both sexes went awry, her (more than) occasional drug use turned to addiction, and she found herself living on the streets—between her visits to jail.
This debut memoir charts four decades of a life lived in the moment, a path from harrowing loss and darkness to a place of peace and redemption. Elias’s wit and lack of self-pity in the face of her extreme highs and lows make Harley Loco a powerful read that’s sure to appeal to fans of Patti Smith, Augusten Burroughs, and Eleanor Henderson.
|Title||:||Harley Loco: A Memoir of Hard Living, Hair, and Post-Punk, from the Middle East to the Lower East Side|
|Number of Pages||:||320 pages|
June 17, 2013
It happened just like this.
Or sort of like this,with different people and maybe the order of things is scrambled.
Certainly nothing happened as clearly as described.
This is a memoir,for fucks sake,and that word obviously derives from the word memory.
Even the most meticulous observer exp...
May 11, 2013
When I was first asked to review HARLEY LOCO, I wasn't sure how I would fancy it since it's a bit out of my ordinary reading zone. However, I have to say, I was pleasantly surprised with how much I enjoyed the writing style and over all story. It's a different voice than I'm used to and I'm glad...
July 31, 2013
Once again, a big shout out to the Reading Room for my review copy of this book.
I rarely read memoir, as most of the time I find it either dull or heavy on the misery/shock value. Fortunately, Rayya Elias's memoir, Harley Loco is neither of these things, which makes (for me, anyway,) interesting...
February 16, 2013
i'm pretty amazed by this, which i've just read in a day, unable to stop myself. In the main it's about drug addiction and getting clean, but it's also about other things... loneliness, cutting hair, being gay, being different, not fitting in and 80s new york (which I never tire of reading about)...
April 21, 2013
Harley Loco grabbed me my the hair in the first two pages and didn't let go. I was completely engrossed, not only because I know Rayya Elias, but because her (mis)adventures in NYC are at once jaw-dropping, exhilarating, and heartbreaking. Brave, unvarnished, and sometimes just plain crazy, Harle...
March 19, 2013
Rayya Elias fled Syria with her family in the 1960's and the Eliases settled in Detroit where they felt comfortable in the large community of Syrian refugees residing there.But as Rayya tells the reader in this well-written, readable and totally absorbing memoir, she became the victim of bullies...
April 08, 2013
I did not know what to expect from this book. To be honest this is not typically the type of book that is usually at the top of my reading genre list. However I want to expand my reading spectrum. Also, the title of the book is what did have me a little intrigued…Harley Loco: A Memoir of Living,...
October 30, 2016
Was interested in hearing more about the recovery, but the brutal desperation of addiction had center stage in this memoir. Might be unfair to rate it low because it was choppy, frenetic, and depressing...it's a memoir about her years of addiction and self harm, after all. Five stars and tons of...
January 07, 2018
There's an emotional and harsh story here but you'll have to find it under the insane amount of drugs.
September 12, 2016
Parallel lives. As I read this riveting memoir, my thoughts went back to the years that I was running the streets as Rayya Elias. I keep wondering if our paths crossed as we went on our missions in and around the Lower East Side. Time softens memories and as I moved away from the drugging and fin...