/lit/ - Literature

>>18038493
>it's not
it is, fucking idiot.
Very few people seems to grasp the real nature of this book, and it's not because it hermetically conceal some secret symbolic meaning or subtext, but because the people reading it are not equipped with the filters (or the lack of) necessary to process the flow of the words.
It's primarly, first and foremost, a book on first hand experiencing mental illness. Most people never went thru the sheer horror of experiencing the complete collapse of your nervous system, the excruciating (but yet invisible to others) pain, helplessness and the perspectives of death, misery, isolation, the sad reality of repressive medicine, the casting out from society with all the ambitions and hopes and desires and the mere means of survival attached to it.
Incapable of receiving the core message, that is written and delivered very clearly, you are left with a distorted summary of the leftovers from the main theme.
All your criticism simply don't have the grounds because you don't have the grounds to even read the book.

Just imagine her giving you this look, saying "you call that a penis?"