Elise grows up in a music-filled home on the western part of Oslo. People tells her she has a silver voice, her mother tells her that she is luminous. All is safe, apparently, still she longs to get away. She wants to feel weightless, to leave no trace. She tries it all, ascheticism, exceedance, to little, too much.
Then something finally clicks. The drugs give her all she ever wanted – nothing. To fade out, to feel only numbness.
Heroin Chic is a novel about falling without any apparent reason. About a suffering untainted by outer circumstances.