I only have five or so friends on Goodreads, so I will now share my just-finished/current reading list with you, my dear [thousands] of blog readers:
At first glance the book seemed to offer a cause/effect relationship between bipolar disorders and creative brilliance which depressed me (so perhaps there's hope for me after all). But then obviously the book actually claims no such thing. Not exactly, anyway. I ended-up skimming most chapters because they was so full of quotes about the darkness and terror of depression and mania while what I was in the mood for was less about the dreary torment of an ill mind and more about what the writers/composers thoughts when pen/brush was put to paper.
(If I were you I'd skip Jamison's book and instead read The Midnight Disease: The Drive to Write, Writer's Block, and the Creative Brain by Alice Weaver Flaherty. Now that is an excellent book about the creative process and thoughts about what happens when the creative mind runs amuk.)
This is a re-read. Haiku makes me happy and the woodblock illustrations are beautiful, even when the pictures are of bugs. And who can argue with this: Swarms of mosquitos / but without them / it's a little lonely ~Issa (In a poll of two breakfasters ages 3 and 35, fists were shaken at mosquitos [see above. 1 million killed a year! Also: ouch.] but it was agreed there would be less to talk about if the bloodsuckers were suddenly nonexistent.)
And that's the scoop! If you're interested, check me out at www.goodreads.com/Thomasin. This one time a total stranger liked one of my reviews, which means I'm not absolutely full of crap and just clicking rating stars all of the time. Ok, mostly that's what I do, but not always. I try.