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R.I.P. Elizabeth Wurtzel, author of Prozac Nation

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Elizabeth Wurtzel, author of beslingelling memoir The Prozac Nation, died aged 52. A writer and journalist died on January 7 at a Manhattan hospital because of complications from breast cancer, reports The Washington Post. In his usual way, Wurtzel revealed the discovery of disease in 2015 editing of Deputy entitled "And Now This." Wurtzel performed a double mastectomy and married Jim Freed, who tells Send that the author's cancer met his mind. He died legally as a result of “leptomeningeal disease, which occurs when cancer spread to Cypbrospinal fluid.”

Wurtzel first came to prominence in 1994 at the age of 26 when he published his autobiography, The Prozac Nation, in which he describes his suffering with a spirit of despair. The memo was later changed to 2001 drama starring Christina Ricci as Wurtzel, and was followed two months later by a follow-up release of the author, More, Now, Again: A Monument to Addiction. It was a violent and often pointless documentary of Wurtzel's drug addiction – encouraged by Ritalin's novel – and ongoing wars of depression. In the years since its release The Prozac Nation, Watchzel continued to write The Wall Street Journal, Keeper, New York , Slide, providing a straightforward and often personalized view of everything from the passing of his friend and fellow writer David Foster Wallace in order learning the dark secret of her parents.

In addition to his columns, which were in the habit of finding the kind of sound entertainment, Wurtzel has published several other non-fiction books, including 1998 Bitch: In Praise of Black Women (which featured essays on women like Amy Fisher and Hillary Clinton) and in 2015 Unity: How the Constitution Entered Hollywood. Speaking to The Telegraph in 2015, the 47-year-old Wurtzel at that time felt optimistic and optimistic about having children after his marriage to Free. That hope is never realized.

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