Thursday, May 3, 2012

Review of Gunmetal Blue


Shane Neilson's Gunmetal Blue: A Memoir
 was reviewed in The Malahat. The full review can be found at  http://web.uvic.ca/malahat/issues/178reviews_knox.html Here is a snippet:

"Gunmetal Blue is a remarkable memoir of recovery and career development. Author Shane Neilson is a doctor and a poet; from the prologue onwards the two professions intertwine. Somehow the image of Hermes’ staff with two encircling snakes seems a better fit than the onesnaked caduceus of Aesculapius, the symbol of medicine. Medicine is an art as well as a science; nowadays a number of medical journals include poetry. Though their relationship is tricky at times, Neilson makes a compelling case for this pairing.

The opening narrative is a hair-raising account of the author’s descent into mental illness. While working as an emergency-room physician, Neilson was concurrently—and obsessively—writing poems about his alcoholic and abusive father, but was in denial of his own advancing condition. The crux came with his suicide attempt that landed him in the same emergency ward where he worked. Now he observed, as a patient, the modus operandi of his former supervising doctor. Indeed, occasions for reflection when the tables are turned pervade this story: doctor as patient, poet as doctor, patient as poet. The chapter’s title, “Uncle Miltie and the Locked Ward,” alludes to the latter combination, Miltie being his fellow Maritimer, Milton Acorn. Acorn’s biography and poetry became Neilson’s comrades in recovery, on account of Acorn’s honesty, his refusal of electroconvulsive therapy, and such defiant poems as “I’ve Tasted My Blood,” in which he vows to surmount dire circumstances, and “I Shout Love,” where love becomes powerful, abrasive. Neilson came to realize “… that I was borne aloft by the love I felt for my wife, for my daughter, for poetry—and something was interfering with the expression of that love. I was being diverted, I was misguided.” He then writes, “The best advice is falling away; I’ve fallen / into this fatherhood, able-bodied but a mind / given to the riven, to the hardy, spare rock / and peat-black moss” (“Letter to My Daughter”). He needed to get away from the stark “gunmetal blue” walls of the hospital, and then a timely parcel arrived: his first published book of poetry; “… years had been building to this, to the book, and the immediate impact was the cover, the colour of rusty blood, an earned colour, a colour that also brought home where paths lead.” He realized that the book “was a portal out of here.”

Neilson reflects on his gradual recovery in taut, finely-wrought prose conveying tough-minded thoughts without dwelling on ironies or gazing in a hall of mirrors (though he does recommend journalling). He describes his medical residency in an intensive care unit, and his private practice in a small town. His wife has been an enormous support to him; family becomes the anchor as he rebuilds his life and develops a successful career. The chapters become shorter and more diverse as various pieces of home life, medicine, and poetry are put into place. Although the pace slackens, this non-linear assembly of elements gives a more realistic sense of recovery than does, say, the continuous drama of a TV movie. It reminds us that this is a personal—and literary and medical—memoir, not straight autobiography....

Toward the end, a riveting chapter entitled “Profiles” becomes a kind of counterpart to the opening account of Neilson’s own illness, as he applies his insights to a diverse roster of patients. There is a great deal in Gunmetal Blue to recommend, for health professionals and educators as well as a literary readership."