BIPOLAR DISORDER:
A Personal Analysis of My Chaos Narrative
A Longitudinal Context: October 1943 To January 2010
10th Edition
By
Ron Price of George Town Tasmania Australia
(120 Pages: Font 14-45,000 words)
1. Preamble and Introduction:
1.1 At this stage in the evolution of this small book, what ten years ago started out as a brief essay, I could benefit from the assistance of one, Rob Cowley, affectionately known in publishing circles back in the seventies and early eighties as "the Boston slasher." His editing is regarded in some circles as constructive and deeply sensitive. If he could amputate several dozen pages, several thousand words, of this exploration of my life experience of bipolar disorder(BPD) with minimal agony to my emotional equipment I'm sure readers would be the beneficiaries. But alas, I think Bob is dead. I did find an editor, a copy, proofreader and friend who does not slash and burn but leaves one's soul quite intact as he wades through my labyrinthine passages, smooths it all out and excises undesirable elements. But this editor is in the late evening of his life and after editing several hundred pages of my writing he has tired of the exercise and so I am left on my own. Perhaps one day I may assume the role that Cowley exercised so well in life as the Boston slasher. But in the meantime and without my editor friend, I advise readers not to hold their breath waiting for me to do what is a necessary edit.
John Kenneth Galbraith, the famous economist, had some helpful comments for writers like myself. Galbraith's first editor Henry Luce, the founder of Time Magazine, was an ace at helping a writer avoid excess. Galbraith saw this capacity to be succinct as a basic part of good writing. Galbraith also emphasized the music of the words and the need to go through many drafts. I've always admired Galbraith, a man helped me understand the mystery that is economics. He only recently passed away. I've followed his advice on the need to go through endless drafts. I've lost count of the changes, the additions, the subtractions, the deletions to this text, but I know I have not avoided excess or repetition among other writing weaknesses that readers will find in the following pages. In some ways I have found that the more drafts I do, the more I had to say. And excess, is one of the qualities of my life, if I may begin the confessional aspect of this work in a minor key.
And so I have Galbraith watching over my shoulder and his mentor, Henry Luce, as well. Galbraith spent his last years in a nursing home before he passed away in 2006 at the age of 98. Perhaps his spirit will live on in my writing as an expression of my appreciation for his work, if nothing else. His spirit is needed for there is much editing needed here and I do not have the energy and enthusiasm to take on the task. Spontaneity did begin to come into my work until, perhaps, one of the draft in my fifth edition in 2005. Galbraith says that artificiality enters the text because of this. I think he is right; part of this artificiality is the same as that artificiality which one senses in life itself: at least that I sense. Galbraith also observed with considerable accuracy, in discussing the role of a columnist, that such a literary man or woman is obliged by the nature of their trade to find significance three times a week in events of absolutely no consequence. I trust that the nature of my work here, a part of my memoir, a part I call my chaos narrative, will not result in my being obliged to find significance where there is none. I'm not optimistic though. Perhaps I should simply say "no comment" and accept the reality of the presence of the inevitable gassy emissions that are part of the world of memoirs.
