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Geburtstag
1968-12-10
Geschlecht
female
Nationalität
USA
Land (für Karte)
USA
Geburtsort
Iowa City, Iowa, USA
Wohnorte
Washington, D.C., USA
Ausbildung
University of Arizona (MFA)
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novelist
professor
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Casey, John (father)
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University of Maryland

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This is a fine little book, but takes a very odd approach its subject matter.

The Art of Mystery was published as part of a series on the craft of writing. I knew from reviews that Casey was uninterested in commercial fiction, but her loose definition of mystery as "the search for questions" rather than a search for answers means that she focuses on character and theme to the almost total exclusion of narrative and structure.

I don't know about you, but if I pick up a book about "mystery" as an element of craft, I expect the writer to address conventional concerns about storytelling! This could have been a really compelling extended essay about narratology and epistemology, and how structure and plot support the kind of character revelations (or sometimes, unresolved ambiguities) that Casey finds compelling.

This is not that book, which would be fine if not for the baffling title. Oh well - it was a quick read anyway.
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raschneid | Dec 19, 2023 |
"The luxurious pain of a body in the throes of its symptoms has been likened to a dance, and when she, a dancer, was a body in pain, it was something to behold."

I’ve written and re-written this review too many times for what it’s worth. I’ll keep it like this:

Maud Casey writes a compelling and emotional look at the lives of women diagnosed with hysteria who passed through the gates of the Salpêtrière hospital. Casey and I have obviously read Charcot's original publications and its interpretations by Didi-Huberman, seen the sometimes horrific, sometimes beautiful images of the women, and we've come to almost the same conclusion: these women were trying to survive trauma and retraumatization every single day.

Casey writes the story through a very thoughtful stream of consciousness. She brings us into the tattered and disjointed mind of a sufferer, shows us the attempt to articulate the depths of pain, and soaks its entirety in anger. The author heightens this sense of internal mess with photographs, case notes, and an array of medical quotes on the matter, and it is brilliant. Maud, I say you have it down.

Why? Well, I know I’ve spent the last few years trying to articulate what happened to me, and I still haven't figured it out. Maybe I never fully will. All I know was that I was diagnosed with conversion disorder after having episodes similar to some described by Charcot in his case notes. I've seen the early photos of these women—the really horrible ones that are not posed before Londe was able to put his damned studio inside—and it's like a mirror. It is terror, pain, anger, disgust, shame—It is not understanding why your brain is melting and you can no longer control your body. It is red. Blood red. (And there's always a doctor around, and he never knows what's really going on.)

I appreciated immensely Casey's ability to discern the layered acting that I believe occurred in the hospital, and to treat it kindly. In City of Incurable Women, the hysterics know they have to put on a show sometimes. They are put in front of important men and expensive cameras and learn very quickly the way psychiatric hospitals operate (hint: they are a lot like prisons). These wards are an internal city built by intricate networks of prestige and privileges, and the women of the Salpêtrière were no different.

What I am intrigued by more than anything, and what I wish the author would have discussed, is what exactly that line was. Patients came in with somatic symptoms and obviously kept having them—the things needed to heal were not easy to acquire there. Things like physical and emotional safety, cognitive behavioral therapy, and fuck, even some lithium from time to time just weren't happening. You stick a bunch of girls with PTSD or epilepsy or psychosis in a room, let male doctors touch them wherever they want whenever they want, barely feed them, barely let them outside, and at some point, it is simply a testament to survival.

Anyways, I loved this little thing, and it's helped me figure out how I can write again after being so sick. Stuff like this warps the head and makes you realize a lot of stuff you thought mattered really doesn't. Maud Casey understands that. I like that.
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Eavans | 10 weitere Rezensionen | Feb 17, 2023 |
In the second part of the 19th century, Jean-Martin Charcot was a known figure in Paris while working and teaching in the Pitié-Salpêtrière Hospital. A lot of his methods sound barbaric and abusive today but in the days he and his colleagues practices, the knowledge of neurology, psychology and psychiatry was essentially zero. His name remains known and the current state of a lot of these sciences owes him and the men who came after him in the same hospital a great debt. Some of their patients, all of them women for certain diagnoses, were popular enough in his days because of the demonstrations they had to do; some of them remained just case studies.

So Maud Casey decided to give the voice to these women - the ones that were admitted for hysteria and were deemed incurable. I am not sure if the book is supposed to be a novella or a collection of linked stories (it can work as either) but in both cases, reading it in order helps. Casey mixes truth and invention (her notes at the end explain each of the elements) and gives us the portraits of a few of these women, interspersed with real and invented images and documents. At the start of the book, the narrator tells us the stories but then the women themselves take over. And that's where the book goes off the rails.

Most of what the women have to say had already been said in the previous stories/sections. And even if we ignore that, there is no real differentiation between the voices of the narrator and the women - if it was not for the change from the third to the first person, you would not know something changed. So what was the point of the change?

It was a nice idea and I found some parts of the text lyrical and horrifying at the same time. But it did not really deliver to its main purpose - it may have given some kind of backstories to some of these women but it never gave them back their voices (invented or not). Still - I am not sorry I read the novella - it made me look up a lot of things I had never read about before and some of the prose was beautiful. But it could have been so much more.
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AnnieMod | 10 weitere Rezensionen | Oct 24, 2022 |
Diese Rezension wurde für LibraryThing Early Reviewers geschrieben.
City of Incurable Women is a sadly beautiful book in which Maude Casey imagines the inner voices of women institutionalized for hysteria in Paris's Salpetriere under the direction of Dr. Jean-Martin Charcot at the turn of the last century. Well-populated, the hospital had all the necessities that make life livable in any city. This is fiction, but it's not a novel nor a series of short stories. In fact, I can't classify it, but the dream-like juxtaposition of the women's memories and thoughts. made even more dream-like by Casey's elegant language, with their actual pictures and copies of doctors' papers, profoundly affect the reader.

The first and last speaker is Augustine, who was admitted to the hospital when she was fifteen and lived there until her escape fifty years later. She was one of the doctor's "best girls" who was much-photographed and was given a private room until she fell out of favor. She was beautiful and her pictures validate this. She was also troubled and in trouble for her short life in her before. The treatments for hysteria were macabre and include scratching patients' names or malady or the hospital name on their skin to see how much scarring remains (pictures included) and something called "ovarian compression." If I have it right (and I may not), the best girls were trained to reproduce the typical positions of other patients and then photographed in the stages of hysteria: supplication, eroticism, hallucinations, mockery, ecstasy, etc.

Other speakers include Genevieve, a plain woman lost in religious wanderings, who was transformed into beauty by the lighting on her up-turned face illustrating ecstasy, and Jane Avril, who danced her way into the Salpetriere and saw the whole world dancing. There is the unnamed patient, whose life as a seamstress in Paris is distressing but normal until we read that she spent her time sewing "the eyes and beaks of birds" onto hats. All were lost and in pain. Yet there was life, and in Maud Casey's hands, there was beauty.

My thanks to Early Reviewers for a copy and to Bellevue Literary Press that cannot publish an uninteresting book.
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LizzieD | 10 weitere Rezensionen | Jun 29, 2022 |

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