Dead, insane, or in Jail by Zack Bonnie

This is a story of someone on the powerless side of family conflict. Nothing particularly rare just another one of the common products of our social system, the “Troubled Youth”
They go with the “Concerned Parents”
This is Zack Bonnie’s memoir of his time in the family role of “Troubled Youth” even if he didn’t feel like he fit the role at the time and wondered why he was being sent to a horrible concentration camp out in the middle of nowhere.

Zack is a child of so-called “privilege”, There can be countless benefits to a youth from parents with money, but Zack is on the receiving end of the horror ignorant and distracted wealth can hire in an attempt to correct relationship and discipline problems in children. The acknowledged experts of a given era may not be as enlightened as they are perceived to be. These things seem to flow with the fashion of the times and 14 year old Zack finds himself in the late 1980s before light was shed on some of these businesses.

Zack gets shipped off to deep rural Idaho to a correctional boarding school experience. Much of the treatment there involves abusive language and group therapy or more like regurgitations of traumatic situations in the past that are said to have brought the child there. The methods are an evolution of the Synamon program and launched by one of Synanon’s graduates. 

Much of the early and middle part of the book involves scenes from these hardcore, kind of like, Basic Training, marathon group sessions. This makes for an unpleasant time for the reader with pages of bickering and abuse from leaders that is intended to break down the youth who will be rebuilt via hard work and proper thinking, or something like that. Be that as it was, it filled me with doubt that Zack Bonnie could actually deliver a readable story version of his life rather than a therapeutic purging.

Maybe the writer should be considered courageous for daring to present us with a reading experience that evokes the tedium, boredom, and the “get me out of here” claustrophobia of the remembrance. 

There are other books that continue the story. I think I have all I need for now since it is not a pleasant place to be and the resolution seems to be books ahead.. 

You can hear Zack Bonnie tell part of his story on the IndoctriNation podcast. 

 

Glass People by Gail Godwin

    I’m alway reading a book. It’s a bit of a habit. I’m not about to claim that it is some lofty habit or more wholesome than others, but to me it is a form of entertainment that is generally, almost always, a deeper consumption experience than some others, such as moving pictures. Due to this habit, a certain feeling of immediacy comes over me when I finish a book and I want another ASAP. Some things I plan to read, others are picked up as they come my way.

  Last week I was on the way to work and had time for a book exchange at the big new public library of 42nd St and 5th Ave. Sometimes I know what I want and where it is. This time I just grabbed Glass People on the shelf. The thoughts into this>browse fiction>want to read something by a woman (I like to mix it up)>Hmmm?!?Gail Godwin>heard name, never read>this one is paperback>thin 200 pages>I’ll just read this.
 
  Glass People was published in 1972, 50 years ago. With focus on the woman partner, It tells the story of the early days of a marriage. Francesca is a pampered beautiful young wife of an ambitious city prosecutor who is running for state attorney general.     

About a third of the way in Godwin delivers this little character study of the husband:

“He sat eating his breakfast, sipping the freshly ground

coffee, wiping his lips with a napkin, thinking. He was not

a villain, no. Unless your definition of a villain was that of

a person who spent his whole life being disappointed in

people. Whose fault was it if people entered his life disguised
as more than they were and, once inside, flung of

their masks with relief and revealed their paltry selves?

They then blamed him for not approving of them any

more. They called him "inhuman, "unable to love, "'sadis-

tic. By human they usually meant mixed up, a mess of

unthought-out reactions. By love they usually meant need

or fear. And his sadism was simply a matter of letting

them stew in their own juice while he looked on, arms

folded over his chest, a curious wonderment in his eyes

that they could not see, could not really see, that they

had jumped into their dreary mess all by themselves.

   Your standards are too rigid, Cameron, acquaintances

had said to him for years.

   But I don't ask anything of anyone that I wouldn't ask

of myself twice over, he would reply, meaning it. He knew

he had more will, more energy, more patience to wait for

what he wanted, more intelligence than most people.”

  Apparently the husband is not troubled with doubt and its companion self consciousness. He is kept remote and mysterious in the story. There is the above which gives the most insight, beyond that we only see him through his actions and how they affect Francesca. He is presented as one who is unruffled by his wife’s ennui in the new marriage. He is entitled to propose a cure. He suggests that she travel across the country to see her mother.
  This happens and she is off to see mom who is with a new man, her third and gone, sort of, back to the land under his influence.
  On the way home she meets a man who influences her more. Now that I’m writing about it it becomes clear that the book has this gender power dynamic going on. She is influenced by her powerful husband, her mom has changed because of this new man and Francesca is following the notions of the man she met who represents himself as a helper, when he might just be placing her where she is accessible to him.

  This novel is very 1972. The novel is influenced by what has been called Second Wave Feminism, roughly the 1960- 70. It is not at all preachy or agitprop. It is questioning the patriarchy by showing it to us in the story. The characters are all trapped in it. Francesca is on a journey to remedy her discontent with her life.
There is a resolution, but since she is still very young, the reader can imagine a future when she will be fed up enough to get out into SOMETHING ELSE. She was just not ready yet, she doesn’t have to change. And besides, the 1972 culture might not be ready yet either.

  Oddly there is a familiarity about this novel. It is somewhat like Keep the Aspidistra Flying by George Orwell.That is also a story of rebellion from an unpleasant situation with little control. In that the main character wants to be free of his work, to be a poet and live for art. He leaves his job writing advertisement copy to do this but soon finds himself in another form of misery; a life of poverty. His life spins out with worry and scarcity.
  Both these novels are too realistic to give us that fantasy happy breaking away of a newly autonomous contented individual. They both end in the same fashion. The stakes were not high enough for either of these protagonists to follow though. They are middle class people accustomed to the shelter of that bubble. It's easier to go back to what was known, available, and good enough in its way.    

Glass People is a successful novel in that it artfully shows a true moment. I like books like this. There are too many heroic or anti-heroic stories, melodramas, influencing us. This is down to earth, low key, and real.