No way, not even close. In fact I wouldn't say it's one that I feel particularly drawn to.
But then how do I explain the fact that a good percentage of my like super high scoring outstanding reads of the past several years land very comfortably within that subgenre? I dunno, but sheeeeeit these books fucking rocked my ass (and yeah, most of em are opiates, but I mean drug fiction in general - I'm square).
Another Day in Paradise / Steel Toes - Eddie Little - Comfortably crime fiction and sadly the only titles completed by Little before his death. Fuck me, another one + one = done for a brilliant crime writer. Don't worry, if you've seen the Larry Clark movie version of Another Day In Paradise it won't spoil the experience of digging into the books. In fact they're so much better than that film (which I love) you'll be glad you saw it first and can feel free to enjoy both the movie and the book.
Dope Thief / Wolves of Fairmount Park - Dennis Tafoya - Crime fiction absolutely, but so much heart and hurt on the pages you could remove the armed robbery and murder and still have compelling reasons to turn the pages. Dirty characters, clean prose and somehow this guy hasn't become a gajillionaire bestseller yet. Dennis, dude... what's next and when?