No 1.
Anna Kavan (1901-1968)
Anna
Kavan was born Helen Emily Woods on April 10, 1901 in Cannes, France,
of English parents. Brought up in Europe and California, Kavan lived all
over the world before settling in London. She was married (and divorced)
twice. Breeder of bulldogs, an interior decorator, and a talented painter
(largely bizarre studies of tormented women), Kavan is best known for
her writing (she was the author of 16 novels and five books of short stories).
Her masterpiece is generally considered to be Ice (1967). Often described
as a science fiction novel, Ice concerns a mans search for an elusive
girl, against the backdrop of nuclear war; a war that results in global
destruction from walls of ice. Kavan became a heroin addict around 1926.
Her addiction has been described as an attempt at self-medication for
the intermittent fits of clinical depression she experienced throughout
her life. Certainly, her daily use of heroin and amphetamines helped to
fuel her productivity as a writer. She referred to her syringe as her
bazooka and wrote a short autobiographical story entitled
Julia and the Bazooka (1974). Here is an extract:
Julia likes the doctor as soon as she meets him. He is understanding
and kind like the father she has imagined but never known. He does not
want to take her syringe away. He says, Youve used it for
years already and youre none the worse. In fact youd be far
worse off without it. He trusts Julia, he know she is not irresponsible,
she does not increase the dosage too much or experiment with new drugs.....In
his opinion she is quite right to use the syringe, it is as essential
to her as insulin to a diabetic. Without it she could not lead a normal
existence, her life would be a shambles, but with its support she is conscientious
and energetic, intelligent, friendly. She is most unlike the popular notion
of a drug addict. Nobody could call her vicious. (p.139)
In real life, Kavan was to meet less sympathetic characters . When the
British system of addiction control, allowing GPs to prescribe heroin
and cocaine to addicts, changed over to Consultant Psychiatrists and Drug
Dependency Units. She met a rather different response. Her friend Rhys
Davies describes the impact of this change on the novelist:
Racked with pain from a spinal disease, she, a seasoned addict well-known
to the Home Office, was compelled to attend an appointed centre at regular
periods for a session which to her was futile; fear that her supply of
drugs would be withheld forced her on the journeys. She saw it all as
disciplinary punishment. Her bazooka was their torpedo.
Her bazooka, complete with dose of heroin, was in her hand
when she was found dead in her London home. Sixty-seven-years-old, she
died of natural causes.
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