
One month to go until my book launch for To Catch a Fox.
Four weeks exactly until the date — March 26th.
It’s starting to feel real.
Hope to see you there!

One month to go until my book launch for To Catch a Fox.
Four weeks exactly until the date — March 26th.
It’s starting to feel real.
Hope to see you there!
My re-posts about modern pschology and psychiatry continues with The Noonday Demon: an Atlas of Depression by Andrew Solomon. I chose this book because a couple of other books I read mentioned it, with praise.
Demon differs from those other books for several reasons. The author, Solomon, is a writer, not a medical expert. While the experts dealt with mental illness, in general, Solomon focusses on depression, from which he has suffered on and off for seven years (as of 2001, the year of the book’s publication). Solomon did extensive research to write the book, as evidenced by the 100 pages of footnotes and bibliography at the end. Demon is part memoir, part medical information, and part life stories of depression sufferers, many of whom contacted Solomon after an article he wrote about his depression was published in The New Yorker in 1998.
Solomon states up front that he disagrees with the current fashion of opposing medication treatment for depession because his father had a lifelong career in the pharmaceutical industry. As a result, Solomon can view the pharmaceuticals as both capitalist and compassionate, with a genuine desire to cure.
Given the vast numbers of antidepressant prescriptions issued today, as in 2001, I don’t know if I’d call an anti-medication view fashionable. Solomon’s pro-meds view comes out through the book when he criticises doctors and patients who favour going off medication once the person feels well, with relapse as a frequent result. 
Solomon, himself, suffered his first breakdown when he was 31, following his mother’s death. Already in psychoanalysis, he sought treatment with medication, recovered, broke down a second time, recovered, and suffered a mini-breakdown before completing the book a year later. As a result, his descriptions of his own experience are detailed and fresh. At the time of writing, he was taking about 12 pills a day, some for side effects of his antidepressant and anxiety meds, and expected to continue on a cocktail of medication for life. He accepts the genetic view of mental illness and all his life story cases portray it as a lifelong disease. This would be my main quibble with the book: there is no sense that someone might recover from this demon state until the distant day some major physical treatment is found.
When The Noonday Demon was published, Solomon was 38 years old. He wrote in the book that he was fine with popping pills for life even though he knew they wouldn’t completely do the trick. It beat the alternative of more frequent and severe breakdowns. He’s now 52, and doing well, from my brief Google search. He’s married, with kids, still writes articles and books and is a professor of clinical psychology at Columbia University. I’d like to know if he’s still taking multiple medications and still relapsing regularly into depression and, if so, is he still okay with this after sixteen years?
The Noonday Demon is a big book, large in scope and information. The medical details are as sound as any I’ve read written by practicing psychiatrists and psychologists; Solomon’s opinions seem as valid as any expert’s, partly because there is no final word on mental illness. Solomon provides many extras the other experts don’t go near. He travelled far and wide to research alternative treatments and try them personally. An exorcism in Africa involved him hugging a ram, the two of them buried under layers of covers, before the ram was sacrificed, its blood drenched over Solomon’s body.
Solomon was open enough to find merit in most of these treatments, however unusual, although he didn’t suggest that any could compete with medication, ideally supplemented with psychoanalsis. His view of his fellow sufferers in the case histories is sympathetic. I was surprised, though, that after those hours of hugging, he didn’t show more sympathy toward the poor ram that was sacrificed to exorcise Solomon’s demons.
For February, Canada’s Psychology Month, I continue re-visiting my blog post reviews of popular psychology books. Here’s the second re-post:
When Panic Attacks: the new, drug-free anxiety therapy that can change your life by David D. Burns, M.D.
I picked up this book because some 25 years ago I read Dr. Burns’ earlier bestseller, Feeling Good: the new mood therapy, for a psychology course and found its cognitive therapy approach enlightening. Everyone, I thought, could use a dose of cognitive therapy. In fact, the so-called normal might benefit as much the mentally ill.
When Panic Attacks is a self-help book for people with disabling anxiety. Dr. Burns includes charts as well as space for writing answers to his questions posed along the way. He insists you can’t simply read what he says to get results; you need to be active in your therapy process, with pen in hand. I confess I didn’t write down anything. Mainly, I tried to relate the material to my most anxious, irrational moments, such as my panic when I see a mouse.
Dr. Burns takes a strong stand against the two pillars of modern psychiatry, medication and psychoanlysis. He calls them, generally, useless for anxiety and depression. I get the sense he never prescribes pills. Instead, he makes his patients work on their fears through daily mood logs and applying his 40 ways to defeat your anxiety, until one of those ways works. 
His case studies make the process sound easy, but it probably is a lot of work — and scary. His 40 methods include Exposure Therapy, which involves flooding yourself with the object of fear. For me, this would involve bombarding myself with images of mice and rats or real ones. I’d rather take a pill. In addition, my rodent phobia doesn’t affect me enough to truly want to change. During the summer, I still outside on my patio, even though a mouse who lives in the brick wall is likely to scurry by.
Dr. Burns says that a problem with most methods of therapy is that they assume people want to change. In reality, we like the familiar and don’t want to confront our demons and darkest fears.
Anxieties, bad habits and addictions are also rewarding. He often asks his patients, “If you could push a magic button and make all your anxiety, depression or anger disappear right now, would you push that button?” A surprising number of people hesitate.
It seems bizarre, until you realize there are benefits to neurotic fears. He cites an example of a convenience store owner who developed post-traumatic stress disorder after being robbed and beaten at gunpoint. While working on one of Dr. Burns’ charts, the patient came to see that he didn’t want let go of his anger at the perpetrator. The robber deserved it. Anger allowed the patient to feel morally superior. He found satisfaction in being a victim. He believed hanging onto the anger might make him more vigilant against future attacks. All of these thoughts contributed to his continuing PTSD, which he decided, in the end, wasn’t worth these
Author Helen Henderson features To Catch a Fox on her blog titled Journey to the Stars and Worlds of Imagination. While my novel isn’t as fantastical as Helen’s writing, my primary setting for To Catch a Fox is a locale I imagined somewhere in southern California. I had a lot of fun creating my cult-like retreat.
Every month deserves a Blue Monday. For February, Psychology Month, here is my blog post written two years ago and revisited.
While researching a holiday to Provence, France, I stumbled upon The Van Gogh Blues: the Creative Person’s Path Through Depression by Eric Maisel, Ph.D. My husband Will and I planned to spend a week in the town of St. Remy, Provence, where the painter lived in an asylum toward the end of his life. During that time, Van Gogh painted a number of his major works, including The Starry Night.
The Van Gogh Blues turned out to be less about the painter than about depression, the disease many believe he suffered from. Others claim schizophrenia or epilpsy might have been the problem that led Van Gogh to cut off his ear and ultimately take his own life.
Maisel’s premise in The Van Gogh Blues is that creative people suffer from depression more than the non-
creative. He offers no statistics for this. His view stems from his observations as a family therapist with a PhD in counselling psychology, a creativity coach and a creative writer who regularly contributes to Writers Digest magazine. He concludes that depression arises from the creative person’s need for meaning and his or her clash with the facts of existence. He say non-creative people don’t seek as much meaning in their lives, either due to their personality makeups or the fact they already have enough meaning. For instance, the unwaveringly religious find enough meaning through their faith.
It follows that the collapse of traditional religion makes depression more common today than in the past, Maisel asserts this is true, but I wonder. I also question his statement that explorers, military personnel and professional atheletes have zero rates of depression. The reason, he says, is that these occupations contain built-in action and meaning.
Depression arises, he claims, when creative people fail to work toward the meaning they need. This can be due to procrastinating, taking a job that doesn’t answer their creative needs, drinking, eating too much chocolate, anything to avoid the blank page.
And those who put in the work are bound to bump against the facts of existence. A writer’s book can’t find a publisher or it does and fails to sell. This provokes a meaning crisis that, if not handled well, leads to depression.
Maisel does admit that biological or psychological factors might also contribute to depression. Therefore, people shouldn’t necessarily avoid medication or therapy. But he believes these factors aren’t the primary cause.
It almost makes depression seem a positive trait, since those disinclined toward it are non-creative (lesser?) beings.
Fellow BWL author Janet Lane Walters continues her profile of my writing and books.
Today, author Janet Lane Walters interviews me on her blog Eclectic Writer. She asked me some intriguing questions, such as which do I enjoy writing more: heroes, heroines or villains?
For Valentine’s Day, let’s look at Evolution in relation to Psychology Month.
Psychiatric symptoms are manifestations of ancient adaptive strategies that are no longer appropriate, but can be understood and treated in an evolutionary and development context.
That’s the premise of the book Evolutionary Psychiatry by Anthony Stevens and John Price, published in 1996 & 2000 (2nd edition).
I find that premise not so hard to understand when I relate it to conditions like diabetes and obesity. Back in prehistoric times you couldn’t get too much sugar or store too much fat for the inevitable lean times. So a sugar-addiction or propensity to gain weight increased your chances of survival and opportunities to reproduce and pass your diabetic- and obesity-prone genes to subsequent generations.
Unfortunately, this natural selection hasn’t caught up with our modern day abundance of sugary and fatty foods. People whose genes are too loaded toward handling scarcity suffer the consequences.
It’s the same with mental illnesses, evolutionary psychiatrists say. Genetic tendencies that let you thrive in the primitive world get distorted under modern conditions. They should be treated as natural, adpative patterns of behaviour that have gone awry.
This seems a more positive approach to mental illness than the old biological and psychological models, although I found that for most of the mental disorders discussed in Evolutionary Psychiatry the authors suggested the natural behaviours go awry due to faulty parenting. Can’t there be other causes?
In the primitive world where danger and scarcity were ever-present, group function was imperative for survival. Stevens and Price claim adaptive patterns were selected to optimize the group’s survival. They divide these patterns into two basic types: those that work toward group cohesion and those that work toward splitting the group when it becomes too large.
In general, traits traditionally defined as neurotic — depression, anxiety, eating disorders, phobias and obsessiveness — were selected to promote group cohesion. Primitive societies were hierarchical and depression, for instance, developed as a response to losing a competition. By withdrawing, rather than fighting back after a defeat, the loser allowed the group to return quickly to equilibrium. As with diabetics, modern depressives are people who inherited too much of that gene and apply it inappropriately or excessively to modern situations.
The book’s discussion of group splitting, or spacing, disorders is particularly interesting. The authors point out how risky it was to split with a primitive group and venture into the wilderness, but someone had to do it, since overly large groups would fall apart socially and put too much pressure on a region’s limited resources. Only someone with a vastly different vision and tendency toward belligerance would make that leap, and so schizoid and paranoid qualities developed. The authors note that history’s charismatic leaders have all been schizoid types, from Joan of Arc to Adolph Hitler to cult leaders like Jim Jones. Presumably, their followers might share those tendencies, without having such strong leader traits.
More often than not, the splinter groups would fail in their harsh new environment, but some would succeed and populate the wilderness with their group-splitting genes. A modern example that comes to mind is Mormon leader Brigham Young, who broke with conventional society and religion, led his people from the eastern USA to Utah and fulfilled his biological goal of producing numerous descendants.
Evolutionary Psychology also muses on the purpose of dreams, which interested Freud too. If there were no purpose to dreaming, the authors say, nature was wasteful in alloting so much of our time to it. They conclude dreams are used to process information, work out problems, and choose what to file in long and short term memory. Dreaming gets us in touch with the archetypes and reconciles us to nature. I’m not quite sure what this last sentence means, but it sounds good and is something to ponder.
The authors conclude that our treatment of mental disorders must involve confronting the meaning of symptoms. Mental illness should not be viewed as a disaster, like cancer or stroke. It is an ancient adaptive response that requires re-adaption to modern situations. Stevens and Price suggest, for instance, that we don’t necessarily have to change schizophrenics. Studies have shown they are happy in game-play with imaginary followers, becoming virtual Hitlers. This, rather than medication, might be the better treatment.

Today I blog on my publisher’s website about Why Host a Book Launch?
I enjoyed my weekend trip to Wordbridge, Lethbridge’s inaugural writers’ conference. Eighty-five people attended, a good turnout for a new event held in a small city. I met a few new people, spent time with others I’d met before, and found I liked the intimate atmosphere of the conference. Congratulations to all the organizers. Cheer’s to a second conference next year – in warmer weather!