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Monthly Archives: May 2013

James Davies – Cracked: Why Psychiatry Is Doing More Harm Than Good

31 Friday May 2013

Posted by Lady Fancifull in Health and wellbeing, Non-Fiction, Reading, Science and Health Soapbox, Science and nature, Shouting From The Soapbox, Society; Politics; Economics

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Big Pharma, Book Review, Cracked: Why Psychiatry Is Doing More Harm Than Good, James Davies, Medicine, Psychiatry, Soapbox

Wool Pulled Justifiable Rage Disorder

CrackedWhy has the prescription of antidepressant medicine roughly tripled in less than 20 years? Is it that we are indeed becoming sicker, that we are all becoming more and more stressed and psychologically unwell, is it merely that doctors and psychiatrists are much more skilled at diagnosing psychiatric conditions than they used to be, or is it that we are now medicalising (drugging) what is normal about the variety of day to day human experiences, which at times can be sorrowful, challenging or confusing?

This briiliantly clear, cogently argued, shocking and timely book by psychotherapist and anthropologist James Davies rendered me almost incoherent with rage, exposing as it did something which many of us have been aware of, but maybe have not had the tools or ability to follow to a conclusion. James Davies has those tools and abilities; he thoughtfully, knowledgeably, skilfully connects all the dots together, uncovering the horrendous duplicity, collusion and sheer unscientific snake oil peddling visited upon us by Big Pharma, in the field of mental health.

I can’t urge the reading of this book strongly enough. Anyone who cares about what it james-davies2means to be a fully human being, and especially anyone involved in any way in the caring professions needs to be aware of what Davies lays clear about the mental health industry. For industry it surely is.

With a carefully constructed series of explanations, revelations and arguments Davies delivers telling knock out punches to the House of Trick Cards of current mainstream psychiatry. The major punches involve

1)    The increasing categorisation of VIRTUALLY ANY EMOTIONAL STATE so that it falls within a category of disorder – thus opening the way to the development of chemical coshes. This categorisation – the ‘Bible’ used to denote syndromes, the DSM (currently DSM 5), is NOT the result of huge studies and research itself, yet it gets used as if it were the result of close scientific analyses. The result of the sort of sordid, limiting tickboxy thinking, turning us all into robots who can be managed out of our normal human pain is the crass thinking that says, for example, if after a bereavement, sleep appetite and general mood are affected for more than 2 weeks, anti-depressants may be helpfully prescribed. Crazy, insidious, crass. We have become so afraid of our suffering that the answer becomes ‘cosh it, flat line what it is to be in any way human’

1926 city scene, Fritz Lang Metroplis. Flicr Commons

1926 city scene, Fritz Lang Metroplis. Flicr Commons

2)    Trials – various meta analysis studies have shown that antidepressants are BARELY more effective, in mild to moderate depression, to placebo. Drug companies have disquietingly low bars to climb over, in order to ‘prove’ their products effectiveness. Davies uncovers the secrecy, the UNPUBLISHED drug trials that go against the findings Big Pharma wants and the manipulation of results. More than this, how drug companies positively USE that most powerful of tools – PLACEBO ITSELF to manipulate their own results higher – for example, the colour, the name, the advertising of the pharmaceutical – many of the effects that might be assumed to be the result of the chemistry of the drug ‘better than placebo’ – are in fact DUE to the use of placebo!

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3)    There has been a change in thinking from the 60s and 70s, where psychiatric drugs were seen as altering mood (in the same way as any mind altering drug, including alcohol and street drugs alter moods) A shift occurred to thinking of psychiatric drugs as ‘curative’. This might not seem an important shift – however it goes along with the idea that much uncomfortable, difficult human emotion is now being seen as potentially aberrant and classifiable as a ‘disease’ – as in the DSM – shyness becomes ‘social phobia’.

Medical naming encourages thinking about human beings in all their complexity as broken, and needing mending – and opens the door to the over-prescription. In fact, as one astute expert (among the many) Davies consults, points out tersely, this thinking of these drugs as ‘cures’ is erroneous, as unlike most physiological disease there just is no hard evidence to support the biology of a lot of what is now being treated as ‘disease’ through these medications – which alter mood. They do not ‘cure’ shyness, (or, lets medicalise it as social phobia) any more than a glass of wine ‘cures’ shyness – both change ways of perceiving the world, that is all.

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4)    Who bites the hand that feeds? There is a huge cover-up, smoke and mirrors going on in the world of funding ‘research’ into psychiatric medicine whether in academic institutions, or with clinicians. And, gentle reader, there is even less transparency over this in the UK than there is in the States, where under the Obama administration, spearheaded by a particularly truth-and-justice campaigning Senator, Senator Grassley, some efforts to bring the Pharma hyena under the spotlight are beginning to bear fruit. But not here, where there is murk a plenty. Perhaps though, the fact that fully 56% of the panel member luminaries involved in writing the DSM-IV  bible had 1 or more financial associations with the pharmaceutical industry, should begin to rip the wool from over our eyes.  And, for those writing/creating the diagnostic categories, which would of course be primarily treated by pharmaceuticals,  – 88% of DSM-IV panel members had drug company financial ties.from Big Pharma. And things don’t have appeared to have changed for the better in terms of ‘arms length’ involvement with the writing of the now current DSM-V.

I am not saying (nor is Davies) that all these senior clinicians and medical academicians are corrupt, merely that neutrality becomes hard to achieve when your income is dependent on a particular company who are hoping your findings will support the excellence of their product, and even to demonstrate a need for their product

I received this book as an ARC – of course, given what I have said in point 4, you may feel that my judgement is compromised. I would argue that a lowly amateur reviewer lucky enough to get offered bookie freebies through third parties does not in any way equate to some stars of the psychiatric industry who receive millions for the sterling work they do in supporting the claims of specific drugs and manufacturers.  A look at some of my reviews on Amazon will show that if I think a particular book is poor I will indeed say so.

This one though gets my gold standard bookie trial award. Properly researched, properly cited, free from duplicitous cover-up. Unlike the industry is exposes.It deserves to be a best seller – indeed, needs to be so – its material is provocative, prescient, and vital to know.

I have one cavil – my ARC was a digital copy, from the publisher via NetGalley. Now I don’t know if this will be any different than the standard digitise prepared for sale, but the digitisation on my ARC was poor – a lot of the useful charts and graphs do not appear and footnotes get chopped and inexplicably appear in the middle of other pages.  If I were buying this book, I would definitely choose hard, over digitised, copy.

Available now in the UK, paper and digital; not in the USA in paper until August but available as digital
Cracked: Why Psychiatry Is Doing More Harm Than Good UK
Cracked: Why Psychiatry Is Doing More Harm Than Good USA

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Rebecca Solnit – Wanderlust: A History of Walking

30 Thursday May 2013

Posted by Lady Fancifull in Ethics, reflection, a meditative space, History and Social History, Non-Fiction, Philosophy of Mind, Reading, Science and nature

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Book Review, Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust: A History of Walking

Cornucopia of delights

WanderlustRebecca Solnit is a marvel. In this book about walking, what it means to walk, changing views about walking, different kinds of walking, she has created a beautiful weaving together of all sorts of topics, from evolutionary development – which came first, being bipedal, or cognition; the development of gardens, and what that said about European society; literature, the Enlightenment and the Romantic Movement; reading the landscape as an artwork; womens’ freedom to walk; the sexualising of walking – streetwalkers; the spirituality of walking – pilgrimages, labyrinths. And more. Much more.

I read this book with a permanent smile fixed on my face, in delight at the fascinating ideas she unfolds, whilst wearing her extensive research extremely lightly and gracefully.

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Its a book you could either devour, cover to cover, or dip into, to explore aspects which particularly fascinate you.

Make sure you read it with a pen/highlighter in hand, as you may feel the need to mark and highlight lots. Her writing is erudite, beautiful and inspired.

Sorry if the idea of marking and highlighting, I FELT that sharp in-drawing of horrified breath! I know some people can’t bear to mark books, others like to mark their reading journey – am very much the latter, enjoying both my own and other people’s annotations, becoming like a dialogue with the author.

Bolivia; Wikimedia Commons

         Bolivia; Wikimedia Commons

Wanderlust: A History of Walking Amazon UK
Wanderlust: A History of Walking Amazon UK

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Julie Fowlis – Cuilidh

29 Wednesday May 2013

Posted by Lady Fancifull in Folk Music, Listening

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Cuilidh, Folk Music, Folk Music Review, Gaelic music, Julie Fowlis

Breaks your heart and then mends it again

Cuilidh FowlisI saw/heard Julie Fowlis (link to her website) as part of an arts festival in Galway a few years ago and found myself alternately with tears pouring down my cheeks and unable to stay seated because of the need to jump, jig, whirl and dance. She has a voice of great and effortless purity, musicality and heart. To listen to Julie sing is to be convinced that opening your mouth and having heavenly sounds pour forth is our natural birthright. Alas that probably isn’t true; its just that her voice is so natural and seemingly uncontrived.

Unless you speak Gaelic (or perhaps another of the Goidelic languages) you won’t have a CLUE what she’s singing about (nor will you care) You’ll just be amazed at her apparent facility to be singing tongue twisters with precision and speed (try Puirt-a-Beul-Set and I defy any listener to stay composed and seated!)

The charm, skill and passion of these songs are beautifully rendered by Julie and the musicians with fiddle pipe and drum – and for those coming to her music via MP3 and so missing the lyrics in translation I think you can find them in translation on her own site

It may or may not aid your enjoyment!

Unfortunately this particular album is not available to listen to on mp3 on Amazon, but the store page of Julie Fowlis’ site DOES have tracks on 30 sec listen, though you may have to download a particular player

However, the Youtube video IS of one of the tracks. Curiously, what the video doesn’t do justice to is the way Julie engages with and connects with a live audience. I suspect there was a degree of ‘production for camera’ in this – I’ve seen her in concert on a couple of occasions now, and she is one of those performers who seems to sing just for you alone. All several hundred of you.

Cuilidh Amazon UK
Cuilidh Amazon USA

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Ann Patchett – Bel Canto

28 Tuesday May 2013

Posted by Lady Fancifull in Fiction, Literary Fiction, Reading, Whimsy and Fantastical

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Fantastic Fairy Tale – and like the best of them, rich and instructive

belcantoPatchett’s story starts realistically enough, sadly, – a situation where the powerless, or those who believe they are powerless, feel they have to resort to violence or the threat of violence as the only way to get their demands listened to, or acted on.

So we have a siege in a South American Vice-Presidential house, carried out by a group of disaffected utopian visionaries. This is a scenario which has been played out endlessly in the real world – but Patchett takes it into quite different territory and produces a world which almost becomes idyllic, where love, communication, companionship, friendship, peace, hope and creativity blossom between captors and captives alike – and in surprising and inventive ways.

People whose lives are unbelievably different, in terms of language, culture, needs andAnn-Patchett-007 expectations find individual common ground. There’s a theme of ‘finding a common language’ which unites humanity and creates the possibility of love – in its many and varied forms, sexual, parental/child, spiritual, deep friendship, respect, running through the novel. This need to find a common language is both overt – of the 4 central characters, one is a translator who speaks a multiplicity of languages, and who drives the plot, and all relationships, as he is the means by which people who don’t speak the same language can get to listen to and respond to each other. It is also covert – the opera singer who is the other main drawspring and focus for everyone’s real inner need to ‘connect’ – the power of a method of communication which doesn’t use verbal language – music, great art, and its ability to unlock the heart. Chess, abstract and intellectual, becomes another language creating respect and love. Language and learning is seen as a tool for transcendence, so is simple tender service, preparing a meal, ‘being a host’. It is a magical, magical book.

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Wiki Commons

However, despite my enchanted seduction by this book, I fell out of love at the ending This was a very difficult tightrope to walk, and I don’t think it quite worked. I don’t want to give away plot, but inevitably, how does a writer end a book where you have been induced to find both ‘heroes’ and ‘villains’ understandable and to feel tenderness for them, care about them. Either everyone lives ‘happily ever after’ (too Hollywood, too trite, too sweet and sickly) or ‘the just’ all triumph and ‘the unjust’ all get their comeuppance (or, the nihilistic twentieth century version, the ‘the bad’ win and ‘the good’ are wasted) Or you find some way to balance winners and losers – in which case, there must always be some you wanted to win who will lose, or vice versa.

After a book which is so ‘feelgood’ in progression, you can’t have an all dark ending, but there has to be an element of possible realism, so the fairy tale ending won’t work either. How she achieves her ending, ties together the knots and creates the emotional message she wants us to be left with, doesn’t really work for me. Nor do I really have a clue as to what the best ending would have been, but I don’t think this is it.

However, I have no hesitation in thoroughly recommending a book which gripped and enchanted, for 311 of its 318 pages

Bel Canto Amazon UK
Bel Canto Amazon UK

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Jonathan Cott – Dinner with Lenny

27 Monday May 2013

Posted by Lady Fancifull in Arts, Non-Fiction, Reading

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Book Review, Classical music, Dinner with Lenny, Jonathan Cott, Leonard Bernstein

“Goodbye Lenny” : Ode to Joy

Dinner with LennyThis short read was both much more, and much less, than I expected. It is the transcript of a 12 hour conversation (interspersed with listening to Bernstein recordings) which journalist Jonathan Cott completed with Leonard Bernstein in 1989, a condensed transcript of which was published in Rolling Stone magazine.

Less than, because I was hoping for more detailed analysis of some of the works and composers Bernstein was particularly associated with (Mahler, Beethoven as well as his own works) I realised pretty quickly this was an impossibility, that what I really was after was what he did with specific works in an Omnibus series – music must be illustrated by listening to the orchestra demonstrate what is being described.

More than, because, as in his music, what almost overwhelms from the off is Bernstein’s overflowing joy in life, of which of course, music was integral.

The product description talks of Berstein thus : “Bernstein truly led a life of Byronic intensity”

WRONG! The quality Bernstein expressed in abundance in his music and life was Joy and Love (not happiness, which stands in relationship to joy as pretty does to beautiful). Byron certainly lived life with hectic energy, anxious to sup it all up, but he was not noted for love of his fellow man or woman (other than in a sexual sense)

By contrast, Lenny loves. And that lover’s passion spills into the music, the embracing of music different from his own cultural background, poetry, musicians, composers, education, children, writing, sex, humanity, freedom, equality,…..and the word he keeps using to describe his relationship to life, to music….play…we play music, musicians play their instruments.

Leonard Bernstein even at the end of his life was spring-like, had a quality of youthfulness, hopefulness, as can be seen in this video of him rehearsing a youth orchestra for a performance of Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring

And to come back to Joy and Happiness. Happiness is evanescent and ephemeral and innocent, Deep Joy exists as something more timeless, and holds an understanding of its opposite – Sorrow, Loss, Longing and Pain. It’s a saying YES to life, to the everything of life – and that is something which pervaded Leonard Bernstein.

And explains a final image in this book – by all accounts, along the route of his funeral cortege as his body passed through Manhatten on its way across the Brooklyn Bridge, some construction workers “removed their yellow hard hats, waved, and shouted out “Goodbye, Lenny!”

That sort of Lover of Life, that YES to Life, is contagious

On his deathbed, Leonard Bernstein who had spent his life in the joy of music, that most communicative of human endeavours, asked to be read the following words, from that other great lover and mystic, the 13th century Persian Sufi Poet Rumi:

Last night in a dream I saw an old man in a garden
It was all love.
He held out his hand and said, Come toward me

Yes.

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Dinner with Lenny Amazon UK
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Tove Jansson – Finn Family Moomintroll

26 Sunday May 2013

Posted by Lady Fancifull in Children's and Young Adult Fiction, Fiction, Reading

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Book Review, Finn Family Moomintroll, Tove Jansson

Instant Sunshine on the Darkest of Days

FinnFamilyMoominFinn Family Moomintroll absolutely delighted me as a child, and continued to delight me when my reading tastes became extremely serious and intellectual in my middle teens (Dostoyevski!) When I was getting rid of my childhood books, FFT was never a reject. Even an intense teenager into heavy duty Russian literature had the sense to see this book would last a lifetime.

I’ve really enjoyed all the other clearly adult reviewers onTove_Jansson_1956 Amazon waxing lyrical about Tove Jansson‘s books. In adulthood I discovered Moomintroll and his wonderful family were a series of books, and it’s been as an adult that I’ve bought and enjoyed the rest of the series.

Jansson has a warm, quirky, imaginative and unpatronising view of her world and its strange creatures. Moomimamma with her handbags, cuddly warmth and excellent cooking, dreamy Moominpappa, Moomintroll and his friends are as delightful company to a small child as to a large much older child-disguised-as-or-pretending-to-be-adult.

The beautiful writing is accompanied by Jansson’s wonderful pen and ink illustrations.

Lest this all seems as if its impossibly fluffy and anodyne – there’s enough darkness loss and fearfulness within the pages to satisfy a small child’s desire to BE a little frightened, from time to time – but its not at a level which might mean your small one wakes screaming from a terrible nightmare!

There are so many delights to discover within the pages of the book. Look out for the outlandish words on the loose and the fluffy clouds that can be ridden!

…………….and I can still hear Snufkin playing that most welcoming and happy of tunes ‘all small creatures have bows in their tails’

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Finn Family Moomintroll Amazon UK
Finn Family Moomintroll Amazon USA

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Protesting The Rights of Abused Fictional Characters!

25 Saturday May 2013

Posted by Lady Fancifull in Arts Soapbox, Shouting From The Soapbox

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As some may know, I recently read a book which I felt was exceptionally poor. I don’t get pleasure out of ripping a not very good book to shreds, and normally would have abandoned it within a few pages and therefore never have bothered to review it anyway

But as this was an ARC, and the trade-off for the freebie WAS to write a review, I persisted (getting crosser and crosser) till I felt sure I had enough good reasons to explain my dislike of the book

But interestingly, that very poor book, in its own way has served a useful purpose – it has given me as much food for thought as a very good book – and probably more than a pleasantly okay book, about various aspects of the writing of fiction

ozjimbob's photostream; Flicr Commons

ozjimbob’s photostream; Flicr Commons

Something I found offended me deeply was the using of a character like a pawn, to be whisked round here there and everywhere and made to do all sorts of things to serve the author’s purpose. Well, of course all characters in a novel, or a play, or a story, MUST serve a purpose – but the best writers seem to create characters that you feel have almost become a little bit alchemical, and seem to exist outside the writer’s mind. Who is writing whom? Many writers talk of a sense of a character taking on its own life. They started with one idea of the character, but somewhere along the line it gets to feel as if maybe the writer got possessed, and manipulated, by his or her creation.

Then we start to hear not just the AUTHOR’s voice – but the character’s clear and true voice.

The author needs to in some way to surrender to his or her characters, allowing them to breathe for themselves

THAT book was the absolute reverse. Characters served some fixed and sloppy idea the writer had – and were made to do things which were totally implausible and totally wrong. I felt angry on the character’s behalf. Or, more properly, not THE character, as I had no sense of empathy with any character, but was angry on behalf of truthfulness of time, place, culture and character itself.

French LietenantThe book was set in Victorian England, and virtually every major female character, including the unmarried middle class ones, were casually having sex. This felt utterly disrespectful of truth. Of COURSE I’m not saying that people at that time did not depart from ‘approved morality’ – but if you do step outside society’s norms, there is bound to be some sort of internal struggle or conflict between flouting upbringing and received ideas. Sure, ONE character might challenge norms because of who they are individually, but if everyone is doing it, the writer has not properly inhabited time or place. His or her failure is a severe failure of imagination. And what is being imagined, when time, place and character are created. Why – it’s an act of some sort of empathy. Can I imagine how THIS person might feel, being themselves, in this time, this place?

And of course, that act of empathetic imagination doesn’t necessarily just end up confined to human beings in real times and places. It’s JUST as important when new worlds and creatures who don’t ‘really’ exist are created.

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I remember, very fondly, a book from childhood, one of Tove Jansson’s Moomintroll series, Finn Family Moomintroll. What made this work so magnificent was the reality of the characters. The vaguely hippo looking Moomins and Snorks, the earthwormish Hattifatteners and the rest never existed, but, oh my, they were true to themselves and their nature.

Of COURSE outlandish words can escape from a dictionary, once placed in a waste-paper basket which is not really a waste-paper basket at all – but, heavens, a magician’s lost hat. And you WOULD end up clearing the words from crevices and the floor for WEEKS, wouldn’t you?

I still remember (and can inhabit) Moomintroll’s pain that the solitary and self-sufficient Snufkin (a happy introvert) will need to go off on his own exploring for 6 months. And Moomintroll (and I) will miss him and be listening out for the returning sounds of ‘All small creatures have bows in their tails’ I learned a lot about loss and enduring it from Finn Family Moomintroll. AND the part of me that is forever Snufkin as well as Moomintroll!

And then…………from the worst, there are the best, who perform that act of imagination and empathy so well, that they can force you to see the world through the eyes of the very worst of people. They can make you inhabit those who make horrific choices, without excusing or condoning those people in any way.

51psWKOibyL._SL500_AA300_I’m still (more than 6 weeks on) unable to let go of Patrick Flanery’s Fallen Land, and the extraordinary ability he had to write a monstrous character from the inside, without ‘commenting on him’ so that whilst knowing from the off that we had someone ‘evil’, I understood from inside the drives that had created that evil, how what was good and even noble turned bad.

As in performance, so in writing. Actors may play villains (or saints), or writers write villains (or saints) but the best performers or writers do this without commenting. We make sense of ourselves TO ourselves and so, I expect, do the villainous.

It’s why, much as I love Dickens, he sets my teeth on edge with his ‘sainted’ female characters. Dora and Agnes in David Copperfield feel much more stuck inside an unreal sugar picture of women on a Victorian pedestal (an illusion) than an act of imagination by an author writing from the inside of their real lives. A painting of the surface, by an author at a distance, rather than an inside looking out.
Tonic vermifugePerhaps, at the time, it was a myth everyone longed to believe in. Our own time almost seems to function in reverse; we find it easier to understand the shadow side, and search out the flaws. But that is another story……………

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Irvin D. Yalom – Love’s Executioner

24 Friday May 2013

Posted by Lady Fancifull in Ethics, reflection, a meditative space, Health and wellbeing, Non-Fiction, Philosophy of Mind, Reading

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Book Review, Existentialism, Irvin D. Yalom, Love's Executioner, Psychotherapy

Living with the givens : Isolation, Meaninglessness, Mortality, Freedom

Love's Executioner

I value Irvin D. Yalom‘s books on his psychotherapy work hugely, because the weight of his arguments go far outside the field of psychotherapy, and explore what the beingness of human entails.  Much of what he explores in the one-to-one sessions can be translated into the relationship each of us has, firstly, with ourselves, and secondly, with ‘the other’. This to me is the fascination of the existential approach : how we deal with these givens: isolation, meaninglessness, mortality and freedom.

These are not just problems for those society might perceive of as ‘unwell’ and needing help – they are the bedrock of being a self-conscious embodied being, and flow, like a deep river, more or less acknowledged and observed, through our day to day moment to moment lives.

 Eros y Thantos - Nat Smith's photstream. Flicr Commons

Eros y Thantos – Nat Smith’s   photostream. Flicr Commons

The wonderful and shocking title of the book refers to the role of therapy in helping us to see clear and live outside denial – the denial of the challenges of those four givens. The psychotherapist is here cast as the executioner of illusion – not of love itself, but the giddy, distorting, exhilarating, wondrous ‘being in love’ state. We all crave and enjoy this – but it is an illusory state, a kind of unreal, seductive, beautiful madness; it is intoxication, and is possibly the most potent of intoxicants. The broken illusions and despairs of the Western Romantic Tradition bring many into therapy. How do we live with the loving, which will always bring losing (through mortality, if nothing else) when the champagne intoxication of blissfulness (in love) loses the bubble, and we taste it without that giddy sparkle

What I particularly like, from the psychotherapeutic encounter considerations of  this book is that Yalom is able to say ‘this is where I got in the way, this is where my own agenda inhibited the client’s journey and progress’ He is not afraid to step outside of the illusory framework of ‘the objective, non-judgemental practitioner’ and say that though this is what we may aim for, in theory, in the reality of practice as human beings we cannot help but bring our own prejudices into the treatment room. Far from being appalled by (for example) his honesty about his inability to see the real suffering individual behind his stereotypical very overweight client, I am impressed that he is honest enough to look at himself and his prejudices, and how they impact, negatively or positively, upon the process for the client, and offer that honesty to us, his readers. What is important is to be able to acknowledge our prejudices, not pretend we don’t have them, or be in denial about the buttons clients (or any other human being) may push. We need to know what is our stuff, in order to really see our clients (or any other)

Irvin Yalom credit Reid YalomSome fellow professionals have criticised Yalom for writing so much about himself, however I think this is the strength of the book. It shows the willing, but inevitably imperfect practitioner in action. Self-reflection is always crucial, and its great to see such an obviously highly revered practitioner and teacher showing where he fails his clients, as well as where he supports them beautifully. The perfect therapist/client encounter (for the client) is an ongoing journey in process, sometimes practitioners and clients manage a session almost perfectly, sometimes the dynamic isn’t quite right; its great to see honesty, rather than the great guru displaying his perfection. The really great guru is the one who lets us see his imperfections!

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Irvin D. Yalom – Staring at the Sun: Overcoming the Terror of Death

23 Thursday May 2013

Posted by Lady Fancifull in Ethics, reflection, a meditative space, Health and wellbeing, Non-Fiction, Philosophy of Mind, Reading

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Compassion in action

Staring_at_the_Sun_LR_titlecoverI very much value this book, where ‘existentialist humanist’ psychotherapist Yalom explores the belief that it is the awareness of our own mortality, and the mortality of all around us, which is at the root of much of our deepest insecurities and anxieties. It is this which he looks to explore rather than the more day to day, personality based concerns which may be brought to the therapeutic encounter.

Two major strands which I found intensely moving in this book. Firstly Yalom’s willingness to be deeply honest, personal and authentic with his clients, rather than taking a god-like position assuming his own rightness. This leads to his willingness to share of himself with clients. This is something which can be seen as a bit of a no-no, in some schools, as of course the session is for and about the client, not the therapist, although of course the relationship between the two is crucial. However, if in therapy the client is always the one who is vulnerable, and the therapist never, it could be said there is an inauthenticity going on. Yalom is willing – WHERE THIS WILL BE OF USE FOR THE CLIENT – to reveal his own messy humanity. Willing to admit his wrongness. Willing to admit his difference and the client’s difference.

Secondly, and carrying on from the last sentence – I was particularly moved by his Yalomrecounting of sessions with someone who had strong, what Yalom terms – ‘paranormal beliefs’.  Yalom is an atheist, and expresses his disbelief in what might be thought ‘New Age’ thinking. Through his recognition and respect for the human being in his treatment room, he was able to acknowledge that the client’s beliefs were not ones he could share, but deeply recognise the health, not just the pathology, that caused his client to hold those beliefs. In other words, Yalom can work with paradox.

He is also a humane, warm and tender writer, able to communicate ideas with coherence and with clarity. The book feels like someone having a conversation with you, not someone preaching at you

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Jean-Claude Ellena – Diary of a Nose: A Year In The Life of a Parfumeur

22 Wednesday May 2013

Posted by Lady Fancifull in Arts, Health and wellbeing, Non-Fiction, Reading, Science and nature

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An odour of much more than sanctity

Press launch for 'The Diary of a Nose' by Hermes perfumier Jean-Claude Ellena, interviewed by Josephine Fairley.Jean-Claude Ellena is a famous ‘nose’ for Hermes, and in this book, he keeps a diary of a typical year in his professional life

The effect of the book on this reader is that  I immediately wanted to book a flight to Monsieur Ellena’s magical workshop. He is, by this book, a reflective, modest, philosophical and creative person, weaving in interesting debates about fashion, trends, capitalism, botany, chemistry and much much more.

I LEARNED so much from this beautifully written, slight but profound book. For example, though I work with some of the original ingredients of perfumes – essential oils and absolutes (before aromatic molecules began to be synthesised and invented in the lab) I did not realise quite how precisely chemistry changes, month by month, when expressing the oil of bergamot – Ellena effortlessly scatters fascinating snippets, almost like little meditations upon all sorts of topics, integral or tangential to perfume. So he is as fascinating about what might act as a creative catalyst to the creation of a perfume – the look and sound of an Arabian garden, rather than specific plants of the region and trying to recreate their odour notes – as he is about rough drafting chemical notes as a jotting or initial sketch for a perfume.

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There is something curiously akin to Zen about his journey, which he describes at times in terms of emptiness, the spaces between odour notes and accords. He seems to be journeying towards a simplicity and a precision. It is all very far from loud marketing or team creation, his immersions and meditations with aroma. There is something quite wonderfully LISTENING in his developing of a perfume. Yes. I think he is making a piece of art.

Having read this book, initially offered as an ARC by Amazon Vine I immediately bought Ellena’s The Alchemy of Scent

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