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Daniel Paul Schreber: Memoirs of my nervous illness (1988, Harvard University Press)

Bizarre read, really

Initially, I intended not to rate this given it was majority written by a man facing a severe distortion of reality. It would have been a bit in ill taste to complain of his writing being repetitive whilst he was convinced God was restoring the order of the world through him at the expense of his ‘unmanning.’

Schreber somehow provides a description of his distorted reality in the most unexpectedly lucid manner—despite being demented. His description of this reality gradually gets more and more repetitive until it’s almost impossible to concentrate on what he’s saying anymore—and then you get to the addenda…

…and basically experience whiplash from the way he is described from an outside perspective. The man who is seen to be rationalising with the ‘facts’ of his delusional system is described as though there is nothing going on upstairs in his head. It’s a bit nauseating and gets worse as his case is debated by multiple officials to determine whether he is of sound mind / can function in a society.

4/5 Would not recommend unless you feel inclined to become even more pessimistic in the human ability to understand each other past surface level observations.