I don't have a lot to say about Jonathan Harnisch's autobiographical stream of consciousness book Glad You're Not Me. First, this short book offers a window into the mind of someone "diagnosed with several mental illnesses from schizoaffective disorder to Tourette's syndrome." I would assume that most people with these conditions have difficulty communicating their feelings and thoughts. Harnisch says he writes "to attain an ounce, a moment of seemingly impossible peace of mind, through complete honesty and selflove, by any means necessary."
He is a writer and self-described "all-around artist" so his developed ability to express himself must be a gift for him, a release. He also says he has helped on a couple of movies to train actors to pretend to have Tourette's. To me that shows a high level of self-awareness that many with mental illness don't have.
One of the best things about Glad You're Not Me is its brevity. Despite the potential for insight here, it's almost unreadable. I am glad I'm not Hamisch, and I appreciate his self-effacing writing and striving for understanding. But I wasn't all that glad to be reading Glad You're Not Me.
Thanks to NetGalley and the publisher for the complimentary electronic review copy!
2016 Reading Challenge: A book with 100 pages or less