I suppose it’s all the rage to write novels and memoirs describing and narrating one’s own descent into madness. I have talked before how I generally think that novels that deal with insanity are usually pretty bad and offensive because they’re artless and silly a lot of times. Memoirs are 50/50. In some cases the writing is really good, but the understanding is not. Or in some cases, neither is particularly good. The writing for this memoir is perfectly good, but the analysis is so […]