Here’s something you don’t know about me. I once worked as a maid.

For several months in my late teens, I took a job working evenings for an employment agency. The job was cleaning offices. It was dull and tedious, but I secretly enjoyed it. Like Molly, the simple-minded protagonist of Nita Prose’s The Maid (see “Worth Reading,” below), I enjoyed restoring those human habitats to “perfection.”

And of the many duties of an office maid, the one I enjoyed the most was the one that I should have enjoyed the least: cleaning the bathrooms. I can give you two answers as to why that was.

First, because the pleasure I got from cleaning was dependent on the difference between the before and after. And bathrooms provide the greatest contrast.

Second, as the oldest boy in a family of eight children, my Saturday chore was to clean our one-and-a-half baths. I once complained about this degrading chore being mine and not my siblings. To which my mother replied, “But, Mark. There is no one that can clean a bathroom like you.”

Looking back at that now, I believe she was humoring me. But as a seven- or eight-year-old, I took it as a compliment. (I’ve always been a sucker for compliments.)

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The Maid 

By Nita Prose

304 pages

Published Jan. 4, 2022 by Ballantine Books

The Maid was the March selection of my book club, The Mules. I didn’t finish it. I couldn’t .

This book is absolutely the worst piece of garbage I’ve read since I can’t remember when. It should be consigned, along with Where the Crawdads Sing and Bridges of Madison County, to the eighth circle of literary hell. The eighth circle is reserved for sinners guilty of fraud – and The Maid is, on every possible literary level, a fraud.

The Plot  

Molly Gray, who struggles with social skills and interpreting the intentions of others, relies on her “Gran” (who raised her) to help her make sense of the world. She works as a maid at the Regency Grand Hotel, and loves her job, because, in addition to her naiveté, she’s OCD about cleanliness and order. All is fine until (1) Gran dies and (2) she discovers the corpse of a Mr. Black when she goes to clean his hotel room. Being the first to discover the body, the police consider her to be a Person of Interest. And before she knows what’s happening, she is suspect number one in a murder case.

What I Liked About It 

Nothing.

What I Didn’t Like About It 

Everything.

The plot is trite and predictable, which is a mortal sin for a novel that presents itself as a mystery.

The main characters are one-dimensional and artificial.

* Mr. Black, a successful businessman, is an Evil Rich White Guy who cheats and steals to earn his wealth, exploits his employees, and abuses every woman that passes through his life.

* Molly Gray (Get it? Black/Gray) is a neuro-atypical maid who lives invisibly until she happens upon Mr. Black’s corpse.

* Gran is Maggie Smith in Downton Abbey.

* Mr. Preston, the kind old doorman, turns out – of course – to be Molly’s grandfather.

* Juan, the deus-ex-machina romantic hero, is an honest, humble, and exploited Mexican immigrant.

* Giselle, the wife of Mr. Black, is a manhandled gold digger with a heart of gold.

And the secondary characters are even worse.

The style suffers from dissociative identity disorder. (See “Good to Know,” below.) That’s because the book begins as a Whodunit, but then mutates jarringly and disturbingly to a True Romance novel about three-quarters of the way through.

The diction mutates, too. It begins with restrained literary touches, but then steadily transmogrifies into an unrestrained indulgence in the most hackneyed and florid language one can imagine. Molly’s diction is a good example. In the beginning, it is imitative of the Sam character in the Netflix series Atypical, which works. But by the middle of the book, her command of the English language is nothing less than Shakespearean. Not real Shakespeare, but the sort of Shakespeare you’d expect from Saturday Night Live. And when Molly isn’t gilding the literary rose, the author is – mostly by inserting unneeded adjectives before every other noun. You won’t find “rubbish” standing alone in The Maid. It’s going to be “utter rubbish.” And Saran wrap can’t be just plastic wrap. It has to be gossamer thin.

And finally, the world view that shapes this novel is a cornucopia of past and present Woke ideas – from the purity of the simpleminded to the heartlessness of Classism to the wickedness of Capitalism to White privilege, the male hierarchy, and the Me Too movement. But the worst of it is the morality. That lying and cheating, plotting and entrapping, manipulating and whoring, are all acceptable means when the end is Woke.

Critical Reception 

After what I’ve said, you might conclude that I believe the author is an airhead. On the contrary, I believe that Nita Prose is very smart and knew exactly what she was doing in writing this novel. In fact, I wouldn’t call it writing. This is a constructed work of fiction, designed and assembled, cliché by cliché, for a very particular purpose. Either to get onto the bestseller lists, or – and this is my secret hope – to make fun of bestsellers generally and literary fiction in particular.

Keep in mind that Prose is not some literary ingénue writing from a basement in Amherst. She is Vice President and Editorial Director at Simon & Schuster Canada. (And by the way, her given name isn’t Prose. It’s Pronovost.)

So in scanning for reviews, I expected to find two things. A call-out or two by readers, like me, who knew or guessed what she was up to. And a slew of scathing critiques, like mine. But there were neither. I found nothing but positive to very positive comments.

Here are two examples:

* “Prose threads a steady needle with the intricate plotting, the locked-room elements of the mystery, and especially Molly’s character…. The reader comes to understand Molly’s worldview, and to sympathize with her longing to be accepted – a quest that gives The Maid real emotional heft.” (New York Times Book Review)

* “The Maid is such an enjoyable read that I was sad when it ended…. To use one of Molly’s favorite words, a ‘delight’ from beginning to end.” (Washington Independent)

I did, though, find this objection in an otherwise positive review:

* “Unfortunately, the author felt a need to throw in a kitchen sink of social issues along the way, which took away from the charm of the story. Illegal immigration, domestic abuse, drug running, euthanasia, with the latter being the most egregious and out of character. I suspect it was added as an agenda of the author’s. She should have restrained herself. Unfortunately, stereotypes abound in the minor characters, especially the maid staff, and the ridiculous side story about an illegal immigrant was eye-rolling and offensive.” (Jan B on Goodreads)

How to explain a book this bad getting such universally good reviews? Here’s my theory. I believe this is, and was meant to be, a gag. A literary hoax.

I believe Ms. Prose (probably with the support of some of her friends at Simon & Schuster) wrote it as a parody of bestselling genre fiction – detective stories and romance novels.

If I’m right about that, I have nothing but the greatest admiration for her. If, however, this was meant to be a calculated way to become a bestseller, I feel ambivalent. I admire her skill, but rue her cynical view of the reading public. (Which, in any case, turns out to be true. The high level of praise for The Maid marks a low point in American taste and intelligence.)

We’ll probably never know what Ms. Prose’s intentions were, because she got a movie deal out of it – and she’s not going to do anything to spoil that.

By the way… The Maid was inspired by a nonfiction book: Maid: Hard Work, Low Pay, and a Mother’s Will to Survive by Stephanie Land. I haven’t read it. (I intend to scan it.) But I did begin watching the movie that was made from it, which is – so far – not bad. You can watch the trailer here.

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Monsters Inside: The 24 Faces of Billy Milligan 

Written by Olivier Megaton and Brice Lambert

Directed by Oliver Megaton

Season 1 released in 2021 – Available on Netflix

An interesting look at dissociative identity disorder (a.k.a multiple personality disorder) via the life and death of Billy Milligan, a rapist and (probably) murderer who evaded the criminal justice system and jail time by claiming to have multiple personalities.

Through interviews with him, his parents, his siblings, and the many people that prosecuted, defended, and treated him, the documentary asks two questions:

  1. Did he have dissociative identity disorder or was he faking it?
  2. Is dissociative identity disorder a legitimate mental disorder at all?

To the director’s credit, no definitive answers are given. But this limited series does manage to shed light on the corruption and bullshit of the psychiatry industry in the US and the effect of media-inspired hysteria.

What I Liked About It 

* The video footage of Milligan was riveting.

* The probing into the psychiatry industry was thought-provoking.

What I Didn’t Like So Much

* The directing and editing were a bit too artsy for my taste.

* It could have been an hour shorter.

Critical Reception 

* “Billy Milligan is an interesting character…. The mistake, and it is a massive one, was the endless repetition of interviews that had already proven their point, whatever it might have been.” (Easy Reader News)

* “At the center of this overlong, occasionally fascinating four-part documentary series is the question of whether you can be a dangerous, sociopathic narcissist and not be harboring a boatload of stowaways inside your head.” (Wall Street Journal)

You can watch the trailer here.

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Previously called multiple personality disorder, dissociative identity disorder is a mental illness arising from traumatic events and/or abuse in childhood.

Symptoms (criteria for diagnosis) include:

* The existence of two or more distinct identities (or “personality states”).

* Ongoing gaps in memory about everyday events, personal information, and/or past traumatic events.

The symptoms cause significant problems in social, occupational, or other areas of functioning. The attitude and personal preferences (e.g., about food, activities, clothes) of a person with this disorder may suddenly shift and then shift back. The identities happen involuntarily and cause distress.

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Stocks Are Down: What to Do? 

The stock market took a drop on Tuesday after the Ukraine story got scary. On Wednesday and Thursday, the financial media was full of advice on what to do. Sell? Hold? Buy?

The answer depends.

If you are a trader, you should have already followed your sell signals.

If you are an investor, it depends on what sort of companies you own and what sort of time perspective you have.

If, like me, you own strong companies that will be here in 10 years, you might want to do what I’m doing: holding with an eye out to buying more.

Otherwise, you should look at each stock in your portfolio individually and ask the following questions:

* Will the company be here in 10 years?

* Has anything about it changed fundamentally?

* Will its customers stop buying its products?

* Will its sales collapse?

* Will its profits disappear?

The answers will tell you what to do.

Another thought: In times like these, I think of Warren Buffett’s famous quote: “Be fearful when others are greedy, and greedy when others are fearful.”

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The Depression Issue

About 10 years ago, I had my first experience with depression. Not sadness. Not extreme sadness. But severe depression, the life-threatening kind.

That first experience was a nightmare that lasted for three days, but felt like three years. At every waking moment, I was suicidal. It was not triggered by anything I could identify. It was not about this or that cause. It was about severe mental pain.

About five or six years ago, I had my second experience. That one was just as intense, but lasted twice as long. It kept me in a bed in a hotel room for more than a week. It nearly killed me.

Before those two episodes, I thought I knew what depression was. I would have defined it as a persistent state of sadness. Feelings of gloominess. A lack of ambition. An attitude of “Why bother?” These were feelings I’d had many times before.

And because I had always been able to pull myself up from such doldrums, I thought of depression as a form of mental frailty – a tendency to self-nurture negative feelings, coming from a habit of thinking too much about oneself.

Now I know that there is a world of difference between that sort of  “depression” and what I now think of as “true” or “deep” or “severe” depression, the much rarer kind I experienced. The difference, in fact, is so great that I believe it is misleading and hurtful to call both of them by the same name.

 Feeling lousy and unmotivated… not wanting to get out of bed. If those are symptoms of depression, they are symptoms of what I would call “healthy” depression – i.e., the symptoms everyone experiences from time to time and pulls or pushes themselves out of them.

Severe depression – the kind I’m talking about here – is not just about feelings, but thoughts and functionality, too. I believe it is biologically based, not a mental weakness that the mental health industry has designated as a mental disorder to increase their revenues. Severe depression may be triggered by thoughts or memories or feelings, or it may have no cause. It may be simply an inexplicable change in brain chemistry, like having an extended bad hallucinogenic trip.

It’s not my intention to define it. For all I know, adequate distinctions and definitions already exist. For today, I want to talk about something I did as I slowly emerged from that second experience that was very helpful to me, to K, and to several others with whom I’ve shared it.

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The 10 Stages of Mental Health and Happiness 

As I emerged from that second bout of severe depression, I began a journal, recording my recovery with an OCD attention to detail. I made entries into my journal about every three hours. I recorded not only what I was doing and eating, how I was sleeping, and how I “felt” at each three-hour interval, but also my thoughts, actions, and activities, and how well I was able to think and communicate and perform tasks.

Thus, my journal became a document I could use to understand what I was going through. It helped me understand, for one thing, that my thoughts, feelings, and functionality were always in a state of mild flux. There were ups and downs, even if they were subtle. This was an exciting discovery for me, because it meant that, however badly I was doing, there was chance of at least some relief. And when the pain is severe, even some relief is a great help.

To make note of those fluctuations, I began rating my thoughts, feelings, and functionality on a scale of 1 to 10. This helped me notice differences I might not have been able to notice before.

After some months of keeping my “brain health” journal, I shared it with K, who was justifiably worried and confused about what had happened to me.

Sharing it with her was a good move. It gave us a way to talk about the illness in a way we both understood. And since then, I’ve come out of the closet about my depression to an increasingly wider group of people. I have also shared my system with a psychiatrist and psychologist that were treating me. And they have used it to treat other patients of theirs.

What I like most about this system is that it solves a problem most of us have when speaking about depression: the impulse to describe the experience in terms of feelings. As in, “On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad does it feel?”

This tendency to focus too much on feelings was even true with the professionals I worked with at the time. Almost all of their questions were about either the severity of the feelings themselves or how they might have been triggered in my subconscious mind.

These conversations were – from the outset – unsatisfactory. I knew, instinctively, that I had to find a more objective way to talk about what I had experienced. Unless the conversation was more exacting, the solution – if there was one – would be impossible to find.

And that’s how my obsessive documentation saved me. In reviewing and cross-referencing the hundreds of pages I had written, I was able to see that my depression manifested itself in three specific ways. How I was feeling. How I was thinking. And how I was functioning, in terms of comprehension, communication, and performing tasks.

I also noted that these three aspects of my experience changed in lockstep with one another. When I was feeling very bad, I was also thinking unclearly and functioning poorly. When I was feeling good, I thought clearly and performed well. In retrospect, that seems obvious. But it turned out to be very helpful. It meant that I could create a rating system that could accurately and comprehensively “rank” my mental health.

What I came up with was a 10-point system, with the top and bottom levels imagined, since I had no experience of either. Level 10 was perfect euphoria – perfection of feeling, thought, and function. Level 1 was total pain – the unbearable pain just before suicide. In between were all the gradations that I was going to track.

As I began to track them, I began to notice some other interesting things. For example:

* I was rarely at the same exact level throughout an entire day. My rankings changed to some degree, even if nothing else changed. Sometimes I’d feel a little better. Sometimes I’d feel a little worse.

* If my circumstances changed or I changed something I was doing, my rankings could change more dramatically. It was possible, for example, to move from a 6.5 to a 7 in an hour, or from a 6 to an 8.5 in a day.

* The range of change varied depending on my starting level.  If I were in the lower levels (below 5), it was difficult to move up more than a single point in a day. However, if I started at a 6, I could get to an 8 or an 8.5.

Most importantly, perhaps, I discovered that the effectiveness of therapeutic options varied greatly depending on my level.

Meditation, for example, was helpful at Level 6 or above. As were ice baths, exercise, and a host of other popular antidepressant strategies. But at Level 5, these things had little to no effect, if I could even get myself to do them. Below Level 5, I simply couldn’t.

In analyzing my ability to function at various levels, I  noted all sorts of additional things. I found, for example, that I could read with comprehension at Level 5, but not at 4.

By including functionality in my rating system, I was able to make it into something that I could not only use to communicate clearly with others, but that others could use. I had created a language and a calculus about depression that was reliable, objective, and universal.

 

The 10 Levels 

The Bottom 3: Blackness, muteness, incomprehension, severely limited functionality 

 Level 1 (Triple Black) – This is the stage just before suicide. As I said, I have not experienced it, but I imagine it to be like this: You are in extreme pain. And terrified. The pain is so bad you feel you cannot live another moment. Death is not scary. It is welcome. And you have, by some stroke of luck, the ability to take it.

Level 2 (Double Black) – You are physically exhausted. Your body aches. You are in what seems like unbearable mental pain. But you bear it. You can barely move. And you cannot think. Instead of cognition, a blur of fearful thoughts run constantly through your mind. You cannot speak. Not even the shortest sentence. And when others speak to you, you cannot understand what they are saying. You want to slip into unconsciousness.

Level 3 (Black) – You are physically and mentally exhausted. You cannot think coherently. The thoughts you have are nonsensical and disturbing. You cannot speak except to express your basic needs. You want to be left alone, or, at best, in the company of someone that is mute but attends to your basic needs. You cannot read. You cannot write. You cannot watch TV. You find it difficult to look others in the eyes. You can do some limited mental activities, like playing solitaire. But you cannot play games that require thinking, such as chess, poker, or bridge. And you cannot do any form of exercise. Each minute feels like an hour of suffering. You long for unconsciousness.

Levels 4 and 5: Impaired comprehension and minimal functionality 

Level 4 (Dark Gray) – You are physically and mentally exhausted. You wake up feeling anxious and sad. You can get up from your bed to go to the bathroom and to eat, but you cannot leave the house. Any effort beyond that seems insurmountable. Your mind keeps gravitating towards dark thoughts and feelings. You can understand it when someone speaks to you, but you don’t care about what is being said. You can watch TV, but you cannot enjoy it. You can read, but you cannot keep track of what you are reading.

Level 5 (Gray) – You wake up feeling deeply sad and tired. You have the energy to get out of bed, to dress, and to go out into the world, but you don’t want to. You can speak and you can listen with comprehension, but you don’t care to speak and don’t care about anything that is said to you. You can watch TV and you can read, but without interest. You can push yourself to go outside, go to work, and even attend social events. But when you are in the presence of others, you don’t have the ability to engage in any meaningful way. Nor can you hide your depression. However hard you try to fake a normal mood, you fail. Others are constantly asking you what is wrong. You can work, but your output is minimal and mediocre, at best. You recognize that you feel considerably better than you did when you were at Level 4, but you are fearful that you may drop back down and become dysfunctional again.

Levels 6 and 7: Sad to Neutral

Level 6 (Light Gray) – You wake up with a minimum amount of energy. You feel sad. You feel anxious. You have no ambition. There is a faint disturbance in the background of your mind. But you are not afraid of what you have to do – your work, your exercise, and even your social obligations – because you are hopeful that you will soon start feeling better. And so, you head out into your day, doing what you normally do, and putting on a good face. A big difference between Level 5 and Level 6 (perhaps the defining difference) is that you push yourself to act “normal” and fool those around you into seeing you as normal. You can function normally, but not optimally.

Level 7 (Neutral) – You wake up feeling fine. Not super-charged, but with reasonable energy and ready to go. Your thinking is clear. Your judgement feels sound. You are confident, but not overconfident. And you can function at a good to very good level, regardless of what you are doing. You assume that you will feel this well all day, and you usually do. This is the level of most mentally healthy people most of the time. I think of it as the invisible level, because you are not conscious of your mood or your feelings when you are in the 7s. It’s just you.

Levels 8 and 9: Positive feelings, creative thoughts, and a high level of functionality 

Level 8 (Blue) – You wake up energized and eager to get on with the day. You are happy to work, and you work at a very productive level. Brilliant new ideas are popping into your head. Reading is rewarding. TV is entertaining. You are happy to exercise, and you exercise with vigor. You enjoy the company of others, and look forward to social obligations. You are willing – eager – to take on new responsibilities and you feel optimistic about your future. In the higher ranges of Level 8 (8.5 to 8.9), your enthusiasm and self-confidence may negatively affect your judgement.

Level 9 (Yellow Fire) – You feel great, physically and mentally. You think, literally, “It’s so good to be alive!” You want to do more of everything in your life – work, hobbies, sporting activities, social engagements, etc. You feel confident that you can succeed at everything and that good things will come to you. You have no worries or doubts. You are feeling so good that you maybe be insensitive to and even offensive to others. If you don’t check yourself, you will likely get yourself into trouble of some kind.

Level 10: Euphorically dysfunctional 

Level 10 (White Fire) – This, again, is a level I’m imagining, since I have never experienced it. You are on cloud nine. If there is a heaven, this is what it must feel like. Your state of well-being is so elevated that you do not, perhaps because you cannot, do anything but lie down and enjoy it.

When I first developed this system, it had 10 degrees and I was using just 10 degrees. But as time passed, that was too blunt a metric to represent changes I could detect during the course of the day. So, I doubled the marks by adding half points: 5.5, 6.5, and so on. Eventually, I felt like I could distinguish my levels more precisely than even that, so now I use a full decimal system. I can’t say that I can notice a difference between single decimal points, but I do feel that I can distinguish between, say, 6.8 and 7.0, or 7.8 and 8.0.

In discussing depression with professionals, reading about it, and from observation, I believe that mentally healthy people spend their days within a range of about 6.5 to 8.5.

Most people rarely drop below Level 6. For them, Level 6 feels like depression. But for someone who has experienced the 2s and 3s, it is – and feels – mentally healthy.

A notable difference between Level 5 and Level 6 is that, at 6, you can hide your feelings from others. You can fake it. At 5, you cannot. However hard you try, people will be asking you, “What’s wrong?”

Some mentally healthy people occasionally drop into the 5s. And the symptoms of Level 5 are such that one could be said to be clinically depressed at that stage. I’m not arguing with that. Except to say that most of the time, when mentally healthy people hit the 5s, they emerge from them quickly and without medication.

Levels 2,3 and 4 are very deep and very serious. I would consider them life-threatening – like one might consider some stages of cancer life-threatening. At these levels, none of the popular, self-initiated therapies work. At Level 4, you cannot do most of the recommended therapies for depression. It is only with Levels 5 and 6 that they can help. If you are below Level 4, the only thing that can help you is a change in your biochemistry, whether that happens through drugs or some spontaneous, natural quirk in your hormone system.

I’ll talk more about what I’ve discovered about therapies for depression another time. For the moment, I hope my rating system will be helpful for you or someone you know.

 

Interesting

8 Famous People That Battled Depression 

  1. Isaac Newton
  2. Franz Kafka
  3. Vincent Van Gogh
  4. Abraham Lincoln
  5. Georgia O’Keeffe
  6. Sigmund Freud
  7. Ludwig Von Beethoven
  8. Winston Churchill
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“There is no point treating a depressed person as though she were just feeling sad, saying, ‘There now, hang on, you’ll get over it.’ Sadness is more or less like a head cold – with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.” – Barbara Kingsolver, The Bean Trees

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Here’s a little clip about depression. I don’t think it’s entirely right. Most of the symptoms described here are related to Levels 5 and 6 (as opposed to Levels 2, 3, and 4), but the main points are accurate.

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