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Winerip, Michael. 9 Highland Road: sane living for the mentally ill. Pantheon Books, 1994.

Reason read: 9 highland Road is in New York. New York became a state in July so…

Winerip combines triumph of the spirit with the harsh realities of prejudice. The mentally ill have more than just their sickness to battle. People are afraid of what they do not understand. They make assumptions that all mentally ill are violent, crude, childlike, or sexually deviant. Unlike an obvious injury like a broken leg a schizophrenic or multiple personality disorder cannot wave their affliction in your face and tell you when it will be healed. No one wants the likes of them in their neighborhood. In the pages of 9 Highland Road Winerip pulls back the curtain on the political controversies and uncovers the fear-induced prejudices about group homes for the mentally ill. He does not sugarcoat the harsh realities of childhood traumas that are at the core of some patients’ initial break with reality: psychological, verbal and physical abuses in the form of violence, rape, incest and torture. What was particularly stunning were the varying degrees of responsibility families accept regarding the wellbeing of their son or daughter. Winerip also touches lightly on the problem of homelessness and delves more deeply into the miracles of modern medicine.

As an aside, when NIMBY first came about a whole bunch of NIMBY signs popped up around Monhegan Most of them pertain to dog crap and wandering tourists.

As another aside, I just finished watching an episode of “The Fully Monty” and there was a character who was a talented artist but he was also a schizophrenic. At one point he tries to commit suicide because Jesus was telling him he could fly away from the devil.

Author fact: Winerip was nominated for a Pulitzer for his reporting.

Book trivia: a word of warning. When Winerip wrote 9 Highland Road the word retarded wasn’t considered offensive. If he were to rewrite the book today I am hoping he would refrain from using it.

Playlist: “We Got To Get Out Of This Place” by the Animals, “Nights in the Garden of Spain”, “Whiter Shade of Pale”, “Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da”, Beatles, “Nobody Knows the Trouble I’ve Seen”, “Amazing Grace”, Georgia On My Mind”, Beethoven, Billy Joel, Mozart, Cat Stevens, Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, Bob Dylan, “Bye, Bye Miss American Pie”, “If I Had a Hammer”, “Feliz Navidad”, Maria”, “Let It Be”, John Lennon, Paul McCartney, “Without you” by Harry Nilsson, “Yesterday”, “Can’t Live Without You”, and Tom Petty.

Nancy said: Pearl called 9 Highland Road sensitive.

BookLust Twist: from More Book Lust in the simple chapter called “Social Studies” (p 204). Just a comment: we have such a widespread problem with the mentally ill that Pearl could have included a whole informative chapter on the subject.

O’Brien, Matthew. Beneath the Neon: Life and Death in the Tunnels of Las Vegas. Las Vegas, Huntington Press, 2007.

This was not a Challenge book. This wasn’t an Early Review selection. This was a morbid curiosity about how someone I know lives. Homeless in Las Vegas. I didn’t know O’Brien’s book existed until talking to someone about my June trip to Vegas. What I talked about happened on the strip, above ground. “Yes, but did you know about the tunnels?” someone asked of me. Errr…no.

There is a whole society beneath the streets of Vegas and Matthew O’Brien painstaking draws this community out. Drain by drain, dark tunnel by tunnel he explores their world and shares their stories with the likes of us. From the moment I spied the words “drooling algae” on the first page (p 1), I was hooked. The trip Matthew takes us on is creepy, dark, violent, sexy, artistic, tragic, ill, romantic, pitiful, dangerous and sweet. Everyone in the drains has a story: running away from drugs, running to them. Gambling. Hiding. Healing. Living. Dying. Some say they are saving to “get out”, others know they will die where they sleep. Some are moved to tears, others could care less. Sleep to dream, sleep to die. It makes no difference in the tunnels under the Vegas Strip.

It was weird to read about the places I frequented. There is a whole art wall underneath Caesar’s Palace. I never knew. While I was there the city was careful to disguise its poverty, hide its ugly. At the time, standing in the water gardens of the Flamingo I wouldn’t have believed the story of the drains. Now, it makes perfect sense.

A few favorite phrases: “There’s more stuff in our dumpsters than there is in all the houses and closets of Third World countries” (p 79).
“..but the heat was stealing my soul” (p 192).

In case this fascinates you like it did me…read the book then visit these links:
For the photography of Danny Mollohan go here.
For the Beneath The Neon website go here.

Epilogue ~ I choked on my words when I accidentally found this blog again. For the person who started this review in the first place, my homeless someone in Vegas, is now dead. I have never been more sick of my own words than I am right now.