He stands looking at us, rocking on his boots, and he laughs and laughs. He laces his fingers over his belly without taking his thumbs out of his pockets. I see how big and beat up his hands are. Everybody on the ward, patients, staff, and all, is stunned dumb by him and his laughing. There's no move to stop him, no move to say anything. He laughs till he's finished for a time, and he walks on into the day room. Even when he isn't laughing, that laughing sound hovers around him, the way the sound hovers around a big bell just quit ringing – it's in his eyes, in the way he smiles and swaggers, in the way he talks.
Last night, at around 2 am, I completed reading 'One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest' by Ken Kesey. The story had a profound impact on me. I lay awake for a considerable time after that, staring at the bars of light on the ceiling. I held my eyes open until my pupils dilated enough to shrink the light. But then, when I blinked, it was as if I had to start all over again.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and sat up to turn on the lights. The book had done something to me, something powerful. It was as if it had punched me right in the face and shouted, "Do something, you idiot!"
Driven by this strange impulse, I gathered up a一堆 of sentimental items from around my apartment, stuffed them into a backpack, and hiked across town. I then went to the Morrison Bridge and threw the backpack off. The backpack made a loud 'thunk' as it hit the water, just like a body falling from a building. I watched it float downstream, a tiny dot weaving through the rippling reflections of the city lights. Eventually, it sank below the surface.
I share this story with you because, in a sense, throwing that bag of stuff off the bridge is the best analysis I can offer of Kesey's book. So much has already been said about it, and I wonder what else I can add.
Chuck Palahniuk summed it up beautifully in the forward for the Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition. He explains that 'Cuckoo's Nest' tells a story similar to the most popular novels of the last century. It focuses on the modern paradox of attempting to be human in the well-oiled machine of a capitalist democracy, where one must either be a savior or a slave. Palahniuk points out that the book presents a third option: "You can create and live in a new system...not rebelling against or carving into your culture, but creating a vision of your own and working to make that option real."
Is there really anything else left to say? Reading this book is like being inside Fight Club. You take one punch after another, yet you keep crawling back for more because it makes you feel things you never knew you could feel. As long as you stay conscious, don't give up, and don't let your eyes glaze over, this book will seep into the very edges of your consciousness. It will give you new words for the questions you've always wanted to ask, show you how to draw a map of your own, and offer a glimmer of hope that perhaps, just perhaps, it is possible to rise above the machine of society and become human again.
I was listening to this book on audio CD, but I encountered a lot of difficulties. As a result, I had to take numerous breaks between listening sessions. Consequently, I fell a little behind in my progress.
I read this book for the Goodreads book club's "Diversity in All Forms" theme. If you're interested in joining the discussion, here's the link: https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/...
I found this book truly captivating. Right from the start, I was particularly intrigued by the nicknames that everyone had. These nicknames seemed to symbolize their positions and importance. For example, the "BIG Nurse" (her nickname) indicated that she was someone who craved attention because her name held great significance. On the other hand, the term "Black Boys" was an insulting name, suggesting that those characters were the lowest-ranking employees. The list of such nicknames for the employees went on and on. They even did the same to the patients when they divided them into two groups.
I was quite surprised by the sexual comments and remarks in the book. I had not anticipated that at all. :p
I thought it was extremely powerful when Chief talked about how he never chose to pretend he was deaf. Others made that decision for him. In the army, those ranked higher than him looked down on him. Then, when he went to "the home," the staff assumed he was too dumb to understand what they were saying. It's fascinating to see how our perceptions can influence how we view others. We often have a preconceived notion of who they are and fail to truly recognize all their abilities. This is a very common phenomenon, especially when it comes to people with disabilities. We tend to focus on their obstacles rather than their achievements and skills.
All in all, I'm very surprised that this is the first time I've read this book. I'm also amazed at how much I enjoyed it. :) I highly recommend it to everyone!