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This book offers a thinly fictionalized account of handling a child who, in her late teens, is diagnosed with bipolar disorder. The late Bebe Moore Campbell's own daughter, Maia Campbell, battles with this illness. Earlier this year, Maia was arrested in the Atlanta area for disorderly conduct related to manic depression and drug use. I chose to read this book this month as a tribute to one of my dearest friends who passed away 5 years ago at the age of 50 due to systemic illnesses stemming from his bipolar disorder. The book provided me with some space to remember my beloved friend, which was a positive aspect.
There are other notable elements in "72 Hour Hold." The book openly discusses the additional stigma attached to mental illness within the African American community. I have previously discussed this with friends, and I'm glad to see anything that brings this issue to light. It also addresses the limited leeway African American individuals have to act "crazy" without facing dire consequences such as death or imprisonment. Just last month, less than 10 minutes from my home, Atlanta police fatally shot a mentally ill Black man who was running around naked (clearly unarmed) during a psychotic episode. I believe that if it had been the adult child of one of my White neighbors, the outcome would have been different. The White person would likely have been subdued and evaluated rather than shot. Once again, Campbell handles this important issue effectively.
However, the story here veers off in various directions. Campbell spends excessive pages and chapters on peripheral and uninteresting topics. (This includes details about the main character's store, her marriage regrets, her employees, her boyfriend, and his kids.) I'm not suggesting that aspects of the main character's life unrelated to her daughter's illness should have been completely removed, but they should have been treated as background, which they were not. I was also irritated by the constant references to slavery. While I understand the metaphor of being "enslaved" by the cruel disease, it simply didn't work for me. When my loved ones are afflicted with illness, I don't draw comparisons to concentration camps. Equating these things is disrespectful to actual slaves and it bothered me a bit. There were other metaphors that were less irritating but still ineffective, such as the beautiful suit with a stubborn stain that appears frequently (hello, Lady Macbeth!). Once again, a poor metaphor, but less annoying. I should also mention that I felt all the characters except Kari lacked depth.
One final point: I read the print version of this book and also obtained the audiobook to listen to in the car. The audiobook is truly糟糕. The reader, despite having a beautiful voice suitable for late-night soul radio stations or phone sex lines, seems to have no comprehension of what she is reading. She emphasizes words and syllables that shouldn't be emphasized. She uses an almost cheerful tone when discussing Trina's outbursts and dangerous behaviors, as if she is sharing a story about a friend who got a bit too drunk at a party. Even worse is the strange sing-song pattern she occasionally adopts and her habit of over-enunciating, pronouncing each syllable as if it were a new word. But the worst part is the voices she gives to the characters. Bethany sounds like a combination of Marge Simpson's sisters, Selma and Patty, and Bette Davis in her post-stroke years. Brad, a pale, khaki-wearing White guy, sounds like a barrel-chested, respectful but slightly dim Black man. The doctors' voices are the most comical. The best of the lot is the British therapist who sounds like a 1980s computer voice, and the (Asian) Indian doctor who sounds like a crazed West Indian Voodoo Priest. It was initially amusing, but it quickly became unlistenable. I ended up returning the audio to the library about halfway through and simply reading the book.
If you打算借阅这本书,不要选择音频版本。如果你只是想找一本关于家庭应对精神疾病发作的书,你可能需要看看其他关于这个主题的优秀书籍。这本书并非完全浪费时间,但它远没有达到应有的水平。
There are other notable elements in "72 Hour Hold." The book openly discusses the additional stigma attached to mental illness within the African American community. I have previously discussed this with friends, and I'm glad to see anything that brings this issue to light. It also addresses the limited leeway African American individuals have to act "crazy" without facing dire consequences such as death or imprisonment. Just last month, less than 10 minutes from my home, Atlanta police fatally shot a mentally ill Black man who was running around naked (clearly unarmed) during a psychotic episode. I believe that if it had been the adult child of one of my White neighbors, the outcome would have been different. The White person would likely have been subdued and evaluated rather than shot. Once again, Campbell handles this important issue effectively.
However, the story here veers off in various directions. Campbell spends excessive pages and chapters on peripheral and uninteresting topics. (This includes details about the main character's store, her marriage regrets, her employees, her boyfriend, and his kids.) I'm not suggesting that aspects of the main character's life unrelated to her daughter's illness should have been completely removed, but they should have been treated as background, which they were not. I was also irritated by the constant references to slavery. While I understand the metaphor of being "enslaved" by the cruel disease, it simply didn't work for me. When my loved ones are afflicted with illness, I don't draw comparisons to concentration camps. Equating these things is disrespectful to actual slaves and it bothered me a bit. There were other metaphors that were less irritating but still ineffective, such as the beautiful suit with a stubborn stain that appears frequently (hello, Lady Macbeth!). Once again, a poor metaphor, but less annoying. I should also mention that I felt all the characters except Kari lacked depth.
One final point: I read the print version of this book and also obtained the audiobook to listen to in the car. The audiobook is truly糟糕. The reader, despite having a beautiful voice suitable for late-night soul radio stations or phone sex lines, seems to have no comprehension of what she is reading. She emphasizes words and syllables that shouldn't be emphasized. She uses an almost cheerful tone when discussing Trina's outbursts and dangerous behaviors, as if she is sharing a story about a friend who got a bit too drunk at a party. Even worse is the strange sing-song pattern she occasionally adopts and her habit of over-enunciating, pronouncing each syllable as if it were a new word. But the worst part is the voices she gives to the characters. Bethany sounds like a combination of Marge Simpson's sisters, Selma and Patty, and Bette Davis in her post-stroke years. Brad, a pale, khaki-wearing White guy, sounds like a barrel-chested, respectful but slightly dim Black man. The doctors' voices are the most comical. The best of the lot is the British therapist who sounds like a 1980s computer voice, and the (Asian) Indian doctor who sounds like a crazed West Indian Voodoo Priest. It was initially amusing, but it quickly became unlistenable. I ended up returning the audio to the library about halfway through and simply reading the book.
If you打算借阅这本书,不要选择音频版本。如果你只是想找一本关于家庭应对精神疾病发作的书,你可能需要看看其他关于这个主题的优秀书籍。这本书并非完全浪费时间,但它远没有达到应有的水平。