BOOK REVIEW: Challenger Deep by Neal Shusterman

Challenger DeepChallenger Deep by Neal Shusterman
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

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“Challenger Deep” is the story of a smart and artistically talented young man, Caden Bosch, who is afflicted with Schizophrenia. There are essentially two story lines being told in parallel. One is the real world, and in the chapters in this line we see Caden’s descent as it takes place. From references to past events, we gain insight into how Caden was before the disease. In the early part of the book, these chapters are set at school and at home, and then later at the mental hospital at which he’s admitted as a patient.

In the other story, Caden is on a sailing ship headed to the Challenger Deep—the deepest portion of the Marianas Trench at almost 7 miles down, and—symbolically—Caden’s rock-bottom . Shipboard life is Caden’s hallucinated experience of the mental hospital. Over time the reader begins to match up characters from the real world with those from the delusion—both patients and staff members. This is a mutinous vessel, and the tension reflects the pull between Caden’s desire to be well and the appeal of the world of delusion.

Over time the author shows key events in both lines and the reader can connect them up to interpret how delusional Caden experiences the world. The story isn’t strictly told in a chronological order, though the broad sweep of it is. The bits of disjoint create no confusion while helping to convey the nature of a fractured mind. This works, in part, because the book is told over 161 short chapters, and, because the chapters are so short, a diversion doesn’t take one far and it’s easy to show the match up of events. The book artfully conveys the bizarreness of a dreamlike world of delusion while remaining clear and readable. Any confusion in the early chapters becomes rectified as the author reveals how the delusional world and the real world zip together.

This book was imaginative, enjoyable to read, as well as allowing the reader insight into the nature of mental illness. Atypical of a work of fiction, there is a resources section that provides contact information for organizations that support mental health.

I’d highly recommend this book for fiction readers.

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DAILY PHOTO: Gates in Amritsar

Taken in April of 2016 in Amritsar

DAILY PHOTO: Assam Tea

Tea plants (Camellia sinensis)

 

Tea pickers (Homo sapiens); Taken in May of 2017 in Assam (AH1)

DAILY PHOTO: Néprajzi Múzeum, i.e. Museum of Ethnography, Budapest

Taken in December of 2014 in Budapest

5 Ways in Which Poets Are Mistaken for the Insane

“He’s right behind me, isn’t he?”


5.) Sound Seeking:
If anything  looks more insane than walking down the street talking to oneself out loud, it’s talking to oneself out loud in rhyme and alliteration in a disjoint fashion while counting off beats on one’s fingers.

 

4.) Emotion Evocation: If your writing comes across as a cry for help, you may be a deeply troubled individual. Or you may be a poet trying to induce a reader to feel.

 

3.) Clarity & Codes: Because there may be no literal meaning to your verse, the reader may suspect that you’re writing in code to your imaginary pink bunny rabbit. Faced with the humbling possibility that he or she may “just not get it,” most people prefer the alternative explanation that you’re a rambling lunatic.

 

2.) Playing the Odds: Let’s be honest, there have been a lot of poets who slipped into the abyss. Poe, Pushkin, Plath, Pound, and several poets whose last names didn’t begin with the letter “P,” were all afflicted by mental illness.

 

1.) Violent Reactions to being Interrupted:  A poem under development is a house of cards that needs only the subtlest gust of wind to be obliterated. Poems in the works are gauzy and fragile. So, as one is trying to wedge words together into a solid construct, one is occasionally interrupted. When this happens, one may instinctively pimp slap the interrupting individual like a Zen master trying to make the point that there is no point.

POEM: Lost at Sea

Source: Wikimedia

 

One soul said, “Don’t take to flight.”

A vision: landing lights fade from sight.

But those lights never appeared.

Just a figment of all he feared.

The plane never did arrive.

A hundred families mourn & cry.

How, oh how, did they get lost?

Not a moment tempest-tossed.

Madman or mechanical fluke?

An evil genius at once a kook?

Maybe a magician or a black hole?

A flipping of magnetic poles?

The riddle stupefies and confounds.

Why no plane upon the ground?

If never the day comes when we know,

perhaps we’ll have to learn to grow–

outthinking the narrow confines

of our simple 4-D minds.

POEM: World Line


I ride a dragonesque world line.

Worming through a block of time.

I’m dancing atoms in a roiling pot.

So energetic entropy forgot

to increase, and cobbled together

a self-aware “it” of clever blether.

DAILY PHOTO: Giving Zebra Crossing a New Meaning

Taken in Amboseli National Park in May of 2017

 

POEM: Rag Bag

 In my youth,

in a cubby under the stairs,

there sat a big rag-bag.

Chaotically stuffed.

 

We’ve no rag-bag.

Our rags are store-bought:

laundered and folded.

 

Our cast off garments sit–

caked in dumpster chutney–

in a landfill.

 

Rag-pickers will scavenge them.

 

Some will be stuffed into craggy concrete holes.

There to keep the rats out.

The rats will make a nice meal of them.

And maybe a nest.

 

Some will rub rims clean–

if only for a monsoon moment.

 

Wiping, wiping–they’ll one day

dissolve into component threads.

DAILY PHOTO: Scenes from Commercial Street / Russell Market













Taken in October of 2014 in Bangalore