ABSTRACT
The actual experience of depression-how it is to live through it-has been effectively portrayed by writers such as William Styron and Kay Redfi eld Jamison. They have been generous in putting aside their own privacy to reveal the horror and sometimes (black) humour of depression and bipolar disorder. A more recent book by Michael Greenberg describes his daughter’s illness (in retrospect, and with her encouragement) as it struck their family one summer.1
