Memoir Writers Who Influenced Me

Unquiet Mind, Can of Madness, Darkness Visible,childhood figured as a probable genesis of my
Best Awful, Girl Interruptedown disorder; meanwhile as I monitored my
It's hard to compare writers on the trouble ofretrograde condition, I felt loss at every hand.
mental illness. They each approach the giantThe loss of self-esteem is a celebrated symptom,
bubble from a different perspective - someand my own sense of self had all but disappeared,
broadly, some narrowly, some eloquently, andalong with any self-reliance."
some in a plain vernacular. Here are five I readStyron's words were an inspiration to me because
who had enough effect on me that I underlinedof his ability to plumb the depths of his feelings
their words or commented on their style. None ofand return to express them with so much power.
the books I read are technical manuals, but ratherOthers that I have read are not equal to this, but
are memoirs or stories.they offer different delights, crazy people doing
The Unquiet Mind, by Kay Redfield Jamison, iscrazy manic stuff with some occasions of
probably the signature book on the subject ofwonderful description.
manic depression. This memoir is written withCarrie Fisher has explored this subject in several
emotional and intellectual breadth, clarity, andbest sellers. Her character Susan Vale, whom we
sensitivity. Her story is a compelling one of thetake as a thinly veiled version of the author
psychiatrist affected with the disease she treats. Iherself, is very manic. Susan calls herself bipolar,
was riveted by her tale. She gives a completebut we don't get to see much of the polar
picture, from the manic highs where: "The ideasopposite. Mostly it's the manic personality that
and feelings are fast and frequent like shootinggets the play. Susan shops till she drops, gets
stars, and you follow them until you find bettertattoos on a whim, runs off to Mexico with any
and brighter ones," to the depths of depressionwilling stud, and takes prodigious amounts of
where: "I went to the eighth floor of the stairwelldrugs. I read her for that side of the pole
of the UCLA Hospital and, repeatedly, only justoccasionally finding a pearl or two of poetic
resisted throwing myself off the ledge." So muchwriting. Take for example this quote from the
has been written about this wonderful book that IBest Awful:
can add little more other than to say I treasure it"Maybe Dr. Mishkin wouldn't notice her ecstatic
and thumb through it often. Jamison is thestate too much, somehow not notice that
benchmark against which I measure my owneverywhere she went, all light was absorbed
work.directly into her, with no chance to escape. She
A Can of Madness, by Jason Pegler, published bywas barely able to sit still, squirming with sunshine,
Chipmunka in the UK, is an uneven work,this chaos of pleasure bubbling up in her rendering
awkward, clumsy, rambling, sounding often like aher barely able to see. So intent was she on
drugged-up young person off to a rave. Maybethese inner workings that she wouldn't be
the young afflicted with Bipolar Disorder is thesurprised if her eyes glowed, if every word she
target audience. It didn't appeal to me. The writeruttered pulsed with a knowing, phosphorous glow.
formed his own publishing company to print hisEverything outside her looked electric, friendly,
work and other works by people with mentaland coated with silvery zinc."
illness. Pegler has become a known spokespersonCarrie Fisher can mine the celebrity end of the
in England on the issue of mental health and is tomental health genre better than anyone else. The
be commended for his efforts. He is not,writing is slick, penetrates deep enough to be
however, a compelling writer and his book isinteresting, but not so deep as to be utterly
uneven and full of strange transitions, but theredisturbing. For that I turn to a writer whose
are moments that flash with a brilliance thatdescriptions of the mental hospital struck far too
comes to those with mania as in this passagetrue to me.
which begins oddly but becomes frighteningly real:Girl Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen is a story of
"Anyway back at the ranch. In a confusedbeing eighteen years old and sent to a psychiatric
paradise, I basically rearranged all of Felix's books,hospital for two years. Her descriptions of the
while putting anything that was black in the bathexperience reminded me of my own at Yale New
and throwing anything that was white down theHaven Hospital. The layout of the rooms, the
stairs; among other things, I also fixed the cat alocked doors at the end of the hall, the nurse's
fried breakfast and threw all my CDs around thestation midway down the corridor, and the doors
flat (because I thought they were flying saucersacross the hall from the nurse's station where the
that acted as boomerangs). I was also becomingshock therapy and ice baths were, was same as
more and more confused as my thoughtsthe place I was sent. Are all psychiatric wards the
became racier. I thought the flat was turning intosame? She describes similar events. I
Noah's Ark and I was Noah so I set about myremembered the poor patients who went into
business...I left the bath water running, made athose shock therapy and ice bath rooms
bridge down the stairs, throwing everything Iscreaming and came out zombies. The feelings of
could find down it, completely trashed my roombeing in such a place sends shivers down my
and started painting Felix's carpet blue."spine. Kaysen records feelings of apprehension,
Pegler does a good job describing the manic stateanxiety, and fear at being locked away in this
in plain terms, but doesn't give a good accountinginstitution all too similar to my own.
of the depressive cycle. For that we have to lookShe, however, recounts a different mental
at another writer, a truly great one.condition that intrigued me. Her obsessive thought
Darkness Visible, A Memoir of Madness by Williamabout velocity and viscosity was nothing like
Styron is a book to read many times. Styronanything I had ever experienced. I did not fixate
writes beautifully of the pain and anguish ofon my tongue, its components: the tip, the
depression. No one, I believe, has expressed thesmooth part, the back, the bumpy part, the sides,
feelings better. He begins with a hauntingand the scratchy part. What is the scratchy part
remembrance of his visit to Paris:of a tongue? Her thought foci were totally
"It reappeared, however, that October night whendifferent from mine, but as she said, "my mind
I passed the gray stone façade in a drizzle,could go in such loops and often does." The mind
and the recollection of my arrival so many yearsof a mentally ill person can obsess on one thing or
before started flooding back, causing me to feelanother, returning to it again and again never
that I had come fatally full circle. I recall saying toletting it go. For Kaysen it was her tongue. For
myself that when I left Paris for New York theme it was circular thought in general. I would not
next morning it would be a matter of forever. Iobsess on one thing, but would circle through
was shaken by the certainty with which Ithought after thought, always coming back to
accepted the idea that I would never see Francesome particular origin, exhausted after a round
again, just as I would never recapture a lucidityabout journey through thousands of permutations
that was slipping away from me with terrifyingof possibility. I would spend hours in this hopeless
speed."spinning of thought, which never resolved itself.
Styron's style is spare, but eloquent. He is able toKaysen states that those who end up with these
penetrate to the core of the emotions centeredkinds of flaws have what she calls
around the troublesome bubble of mental illness."Stigmatography." This is a curious non-word not
He goes on to record:found in the dictionary, but I like it. I think she is
"Loss in all of its manifestations is the touchstonemeaning we are in the topography of stigma, lost
of depression - in the progress of the disease andforever. I hope we the mentally ill can find our
most likely, in its origin. At a later date I wouldway out. Writing, I believe, is one way of finding a
gradually be persuaded that devastating loss inpassage.