Look Me In The Eye by John Elder Robison
First off let me just say that I have a hard time reading memoirs because unless you are a mighty special person or something mighty special happened to you or you did something mighty special or whatnot… I don’t really want to read your memoir.
Getting divorced does not count as mighty special.
Finding a husband, raising a kid, starting a home business…. these don’t count. (To me).
So… does having Asperger’s Syndrome count? I was on the fence because I happen to know several people with the syndrome and most of them have had to overcome obstacles, have had to figure out the world around them differently than you or I, have gone through drama and trauma and have, somehow, survived to tell about it.
So, I was a cautious reader of this book to be honest.
… and I was right to be cautious.
The book itself is well written. It is a retelling of one man’s life and his personal struggle with Asperger’s. If you recognize his name it is because he is the brother of Augusten Burroughs the author of Running With Scissors…. so yeah John Elder Robison came from that same, now famously dysfunctional, family.
That right there was the crux of my problem… for while this book doesn’t implicitly say “all Aspi kids are like this” it strongly implies that “all Aspi kids are like this” when the truth is that not all Aspi kids are like anything; the variety of ways that Asperger’s manifests is one of the reasons it can be so hard to diagnose.
If you take the Asperger’s part out of it, you have the life story of a man who lived an interesting life… but by no means an incredibly mighty specail life… and if you add in the Asperger’s stuff you have what ammounts to one man’s life with a disease that is vastly differnt depending on who has it, how early it was caught, the support system in place, and countless other factors.
Honestly, I don’t know what sort of rubric to judge this book against.
It was a quick read. The flow worked for the most part. The anecdotes were clearly written and entertaining.
But I had a hard time connecting to John. I had a hard time caring about John. I actually had a hard time finishing because while his personal story was interesting, it seemed like the sort of thing that would have been more interesting if I had actually known him… giving up part of my life to read about his just felt awkward and ultimately unsatisfying.
Writing this review a few weeks after I finished the book I suddenly started to wonder if I had actually finished it… I went back and checked. Yes. Yes, I had finished it… the ending, like the rest of it, just hadn’t left that big of an impression on me.
I didn’t learn anything, I didn’t really feel anything except occasionally pity, ocassionaly confusion, and yes at one point a touch of disgust.
I sort of wish I hadn’t bothered.
And to be fair .. again… I am one person who a)hates memoirs to begin with and b)already knows a fair bit about the thing that should draw the reader in and keep them interested. So, perhaps I should have known better than to have read / reviewed this book.
However, if you like memoirs, don’t know much about Asperger’s or want to know about this particular man’s reality… then by all means, read it! I hope you enjoy it more than I did.