When the debut novel of Gregory Collins is accepted by a publisher he seems set on a course for literary stardom. There's just one problem: he doesn't quite have the looks to match his talent, and his publisher wants a photo to put on the book jacket. He asks his handsome (but dim) college classmate, Mike Smith, to take his place. Consequently it is Smith rather than Collins who receives the offer to be writer-in-residence at an asylum where therapy is centered on the soothing powers of literature. It's not long before the boundaries between inmate and observer are blurred in this literary cuckoo's nest and this comedy of errors verges on tragedy.
Geoff Nicholson was a British novelist and nonfiction writer. He was educated at the Universities of Cambridge and Essex.
The main themes and features of his books include leading characters with obsessions, characters with quirky views on life, interweaving storylines and hidden subcultures and societies. His books usually contain a lot of black humour. He has also written three works of nonfiction and some short stories. His novel Bleeding London was shortlisted for the 1997 Whitbread Prize.
Overly long and eventually tedious. A strong opening quickly devolves into rambling. Our narrator is emotionally detached from everything. The plot just goes on and on and on. Characters are very weakly described.
It's pretentious, even as it mocks people for being pretentious. Ironic while ironically mocking irony. It's so far up its own ass that it emerges and looks at itself up its own ass and declares itself brilliant for being aware how up its own ass it is.
I liked the premise. I liked the first few chapters. But by the end I was skimming, just hoping it would goddamn end. The last chapter is an epilogue where everything is neatly wrapped up and the narrator reveals that all of these events led him to write the book you are now holding in your hands. I cannot explain why, but that specific type of ending has always made me depressed and weary.
I have enjoyed other books by this author. I did not enjoy this one.
Bedlam Burning has a fantastical plot line that seems somewhere between Kafka and Burroughs way of storytelling. The summer camp like descriptions of the asylum add to the strange journey to a strange series of outcomes. Fun to read and interesting most of the way.
I am a just a little underwhelmed by "Bedlam Burning". A tale of two Oxbridge (I've forgotten which exactly) graduates who foist an identity hoax to help get a novel publicized. The one who wrote the novel, "Gregory Collins", is homely and insecure. The one who adopts Collins' identity (Mike Smith) is underemployed, handsome and socially at ease. As one does, they create a persona who does book readings and ...
...Mike ends up in a mental asylum as a writer-in-residence who puts together a book of the patient's ramblings that is a literary spectacle, until you know what inevitably happens.
The underwhelming part for me was Smith's unbelievable ability to just go along with things - like showing up at the mental asylum and immediately being put into a rubber room overnight. This made me think that we had a very unreliable narrator and there was something beneath the text we were supposed to gradually glom onto, like Mike was really a mental patient and he has created this bizarre story of being a double to explain to himself why he is in a mental institution. But the novel doesn't go there - at least if his was being unreliable in this aspect I didn't catch any other clues.
The good parts do make it worth reading - the academic satire of a literary prof who burns books, the patients who might really be sane but if they were sane why were they pretending to be mad - and of course their antics are amusing, the doctor and his cohort who are well-meaning but clueless. If there is anything that the book is "about", I could only guess is that it is hard to judge what people are beneath their exterior and even their actions can be hard to interpret. Maybe it is only the stories they tell, whether true or not, are what can be judged.
After Gregory Collins wrote his first novel, he was worried that his debut book wouldn’t sell well or garner much attention from the media because he wasn’t as physically attractive as he thought an author should be. He approached his attractive associate Mike Smith after a book-burning party with the brilliant idea of leveraging his image to support his book. Even though his girlfriend Nicola urged him against it, Mike decided to impersonate Gregory since he thought it would be a kind gesture. At a book signing, Mike was approached by a member of the Kincaid Clinic, a mental asylum, to be a writer-in-residence, where he is to inspire the patients to write. He has no idea how his life will change in this new chapter.
There's a lot to this rather small book. A comedy of errors that is at times wickedly funny, it also raises questions about the effects of a media-saturated culture on the psyche, mental illness, pop remedies, writing as therapy, academia and more. I enjoyed the journey, up till the last 30 pages. The wrap-up was rushed and too tidy, though it kept me guessing.