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on Dec. 17, 2012 :
Not just another zombie apocalypse story, but a good short story that makes you care for the plight of its protagonist, Sarah. Is what she is experiencing real or just the manifestation of her mental illness? The best stories leave it to the reader to decide what will be the ultimate fate of its characters. The Infirmary delivers.
(review of free book)
on Sep. 05, 2012 :
All of us are insane--I certainly included--and we all dour part in covering up our madness. It’s for the best. You certainly can’t “lose it” and suddenly become dysfunctional.
I remember some years ago when my dear, late grandmother was in some semi-functional state of Alzheimer’s disease. Everyone began to notice that something wasn’t right. She was seeing things and interacting with elf-like creatures that, of course, were not there in reality. My parents moved my grandmother in and took her to a psychiatrist who recommended that she spend a week in a psychiatric ward for diagnosis and evaluation.
I’m sure there are many who might disagree--especially if ever having a bad experience--but a psychiatric ward is different from an insane-asylum in that is actually a place that provides positive, medical treatment for psychological disorders. Usually just a secure floor at the local hospital; psychiatric wards treat and diagnose patients who suffer from depression, bipolar illness, suicidal tendencies, anxiety, eating disorders, etc. Patients are given counseling along with possible medication to improve conditions. A typical stay is about one to three weeks.
Although plenty of normal, everyday people have spent time in psychiatric wards, my grandmother was not happy to be there. When visiting her, she confessed that she feared I believed her to be insane.
“Oh, that’s not true, Grandma! I’m the last person who should be pointing fingers. I’m crazy.”
“Of course I am!” I reassured her. “They just haven’t caught on to me.”
It was merely all in good fun; something to help cheer her up. But it brings to mind a good point. We never want people to catch on to our insanity. We never want to “lose it”. This is the theme illustrated in Bridget Squires' new short story, The Infirmary. It takes place in what many would describe as one of those horrible, state-funded insane-asylums that never really provide help or improve the quality of life for patients. It’s a sad place where people go when no one cares and wish only to dump a mentally unstable person in a place far away. I’m sure many unfortunate patients can relate to Sarah’s belief that her sanity is the only thing left to hold onto. She even refuses to cry in the face of those who abuse and neglect her by restraining her in a straight jacket or forcefully administering experimental drugs with needles. There was no hope for Sarah in this story. The only thing left to cling to was her self-perceived sanity and a chance to escape to peace and solitude in an area called the Infirmary.
The Infirmary is highly disturbing and--at times--confusing as it relates to the thoughts and feelings of Sarah. Is she hallucinating? Is she confused by some traumatic event that occurred which brought her to the insane-asylum.
I give The Infirmary five stars! It’s thought provoking, angering and forces the reader to consider those less fortunate who must endure the hands of heartless, psychiatric care.
September 5th, 2012
(review of free book)