After I got out of jail, I was determined to find out more about how the issue of drugs not only landed me there, but has shaped the entire world: wars, scandals, coups, revolutions. I read every book, watched every documentary. I saved up to buy plane tickets. I went to Colombia, Mexico, Russia, Italy, Japan and the Afghan border—all in all, fifteen countries across five continents.
Call me Narco Polo.
Just as Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations did for the world of food, Dopeworld is an intoxicating journey into the world of drugs. From the cocaine farms in South America to the streets of Manila, Dopeworld traces the emergence of psychoactive substances and our intimate relationship with them. As a former drug dealer turned subversive scholar, with unparalleled access to drug lords, cartel leaders, street dealers and government officials, journalist Niko Vorobyov attempts to shine a light on the dark underbelly of the drug world.
At once a bold piece of journalism and a hugely entertaining travelogue, Dopeworld is a brilliant and enlightening journey across the world, revealing how drug use is at the heart of our history, our lives, and our future.
"A free-rolling and frank depiction of the global narcotics scene. Fascinating."—The Spectator (UK)
"An obsessive, immersive account of all aspects of the drug culture—its ways, its rules, its rituals, its rhythms, its language."—Irish Examiner (UK)
“An entertaining excursion into the narcotics trade by a one-time practitioner . . . A revealing treatise that provides ample ammunition for the legalize-it crowd.”—Kirkus Reviews
"Fast-paced, in-your-face, sprawling . . . Equal parts criminal memoir, history lesson, and travelogue, [Dopeworld] will appeal to readers seeking an immersive and intimate look at the drug trade."—Library Journal
"[A] terrific debut . . . Vorobyov makes a persuasive case for the legalization of drugs . . . It could well become a classic.”—Publishers Weekly (starred review)
Rise and Fall
(but mostly Fall)
From Russia With Drugs
I was born in St Petersburg, Russia, or Leningrad as we called it in the good old days. I come from a family...