Drugs and disillusionment also figure in Greg Everett’s memoir Screaming at a Wall (Grundle Ink), featuring a main character named Greg and events and dialogue that are too convincing to be made up. The charm of this book is its unflinching portrayal of a typical teenage boy growing up in suburban California: all Greg does for several years is take drugs (a lot of drugs), work out and think about girls (a lot of girls). It’s kind of creepy, but Greg’s life is a shockingly accurate description of the pathetic lives of kids trying half-heartedly to rebel. Screaming at a Wall is several hundred pages longer than necessary, but I slogged through it anyway, entranced by the small, sad world of American teens.