I am probably one of the few not to have seen the film version of Girl, Interrupted, and was drawn to it instead by the quote which compares it favourably to Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar on the back page. I have coveted this book for years, and finally managed to find a copy in Fopp on my most recent trip to London.
Girl, Interrupted, which was first published in 1993, is a highly acclaimed autobiographical work. It tells of its author, Susanna Kaysen, who, as an eighteen-year-old in 1967, was sent to McLean Hospital to be treated for depression. She spent two years on the teenage psychiatric ward, which had previously treated such patients as Sylvia Plath, Anne Sexton and Ray Charles. The information within the pages of Girl, Interrupted was found within her patient file, which she obtained from the hospital after she had been released.
I find books which deal with mental illness and recuperation fascinating, and I love being able to see so far into the human condition, reading about things which I have thankfully never personally experienced. Here, Kaysen has interspersed her short chapters with photocopies of documents from her file, some of which contain some rather shocking and unsettling information. One cannot imagine how awful it must have been to read the views of the nurses and doctors upon these sheets, even a long while after they were written. Each chapter is an episode; a memory fragment, of sorts. There is no real order to them, and that is what makes Girl, Interrupted so eminently readable.
Throughout, Kaysen writes both wisely and beautifully. As well as outlining her own experiences – she and her roommate were deemed the ‘healthiest’ people in the hospital – she tells of other patients: ‘We watched a lot of things. We watched Cynthia come back crying from electroshock once a week. We watched Polly shiver after being wrapped in ice-cold sheets’. She writes bravely of force-feedings, medication which could turn friends to zombie-like beings in just a few hours, and the horrific electroshock therapy which some of the patients were regularly subjected to. Kaysen informs the reader of the gradations of ‘craziness’ which existed in McLean.
Girl, Interrupted is a fascinating and heart-wrenching account of living one’s formative years in such an institution as McLean. Unlike that of some of her peers within the hospital, Kaysen’s story has relatively happy elements to it, in that she came out of the other side and was brave enough to share her story. Her self-awareness and the use of retrospective, along with the power which every single word holds, makes Girl, Interrupted a truly stunning memoir, and one which I urge everyone to read.