I guess I should have learned my lesson by now — don’t judge a book by its movie. Girl, Interrupted came out when I was in high school. Winona Ryder played Susanna Kaysen. She portrayed Susanna as a relatively normal woman who managed to be railroaded into a stay in McLean Hospital for mental health treatment, while Angelina Jolie played Lisa, another girl in the institution, as a complete nut. The true story Kaysen tells about her own life is more nuanced than that, which I am thankful for. It doesn’t, however, make her story more interesting to me.
First, the good part: Kaysen writes a lot about what she thought about — and still thinks about. It’s amazing to see what goes through her mind. It’s also surprising that we’re allowed in there, since the movie led me to believe she was in McLean simply because of a series of misunderstandings. From reading her exposition, however, it’s obvious that’s not the case. Kaysen has some seriously abnormal mental processes. Her thoughts are scattered and, at some points, downright frightening to read.
The upside of this, though, is that she has wonderful insight into the nature of what is considered sane and insane. She makes the point that homosexuality was once considered a mental illness, listed in the DSM, and implies that she hopes borderline personality disorder (her diagnosis) will at some point be removed, as well. I think this is doubtful.
Another part of the book that drove me nuts was the claim she was railroaded into institutionalized treatment. I found this hard to believe after learning how she, along with the rest of the patients, spent time manipulating and lying to the staff of the hospital. My experience is that, if a person is good at manipulating others, they are also good at spotting when they themselves are being manipulated. I find it hard to believe that she didn’t know where she was going or why she was going. I find it even harder to believe that she couldn’t figure a way out of it had she not, somewhere inside her, wanted to go.
The one other thing that drove me nuts was Kaysen’s story structure. She tells her tale in a mostly-linear fashion, but some stories occur that feature someone as a background character after we have read the story about their death or their release. I didn’t care for that. I suspect she might have experienced these stories, or remembers them, in the same order she presents them. It’s part of her reality that I don’t care to share.
With that said, I did really like most of the substance of her book. I enjoyed greatly her character studies of the other patients and of staff members. I thought the recounted tales of their exploits, both large (Lisa’s escapes) and small (lying about sexual behavior to the psychiatrist) were both entertaining and telling about what life in a mental institution can do to someone. Her insight into so many different aspects of mental illness, relationships, and the society of the 1960s is so good. I wish she were able to do a better job with how much control she gives her mental illness and a more consistent stance on whether it does or does not impair her behavior.