Devil in the Details: Scenes from an Obsessive Girlhood (Paperback)

by Jennifer Traig (Author) "MY FATHER AND I were in the laundry room and we were having a crisis..." (more)
Key Phrases: interfaith family, keeping kosher, Yom Kippur, High Holidays, San Francisco (more...)

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From Publishers Weekly
In this 1970s memoir, Traig describes how, from the age of 12 until her freshman year at Brandeis, she suffered from various forms of obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD), including anorexia and a rarer, "hyper-religious form" of OCD called scrupulosity, in which sanctified rituals such as hand washing and daily prayer are repeated in endless loops. The daughter of a Jewish father and a Catholic mother, Traig becomes obsessed with Jewish ritual, inventing her own prayers since her Jewish education is limited. Initially, Traig's family is amused; eventually, they try to help. Still, this memoir is less about suffering than it is about punch lines. When Traig swathes herself in head-to-toe flannel on hot summer days, her mother points to a scantily clad teenager on a talk show entitled My Teen Dresses Too Sexy and suggests Traig cool off like the adolescent "in the red vinyl number with the cut-outs over the chest and fanny." Traig spoofs Jewish rituals, cracking up at elaborate bar mitzvahs produced like Las Vegas floor shows and the meticulous analysis that goes into deeming a food item kosher. The author's behavior makes her seem like a character on Seinfeld or Curb Your Enthusiasm, and her book is a funny though sometimes cursory look at mental illness.
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From Booklist
By turns hilarious and harrowing, this spiritual-psychological autobiography poses a classification conundrum: it fits as comfortably alongside titles by David Sedaris (especially Naked, with its similarly themed essay "A Plague of Tics") as it does next to those by Oliver Sacks. When she was an adolescent, Traig's loose collection of neuroses coalesced into a hyperreligious form of obsessive-compulsive disorder known as scrupulosity. The condition finds the once spiritually indifferent teenager purifying her school binders, using separate bathrooms for milk and meat, and perplexing and vexing her mixed-faith family. Traig guides readers through her baffling, lonely world with frequent stops to deliver ba-da-boom zingers ("Today the condition is common enough that there's a Scrupulous Anonymous. I've never joined, so I can't tell you if they subscribe to all twelve steps or just repeat one over and over"). Though uproariously funny, this is perhaps best for intermittent sampling. Considering the deliberate--one might even say obsessive--manner in which Traig wrings humor out of her tribulations, one can't escape the sense that she has unwittingly reproduced her childhood affliction in book form. Jennifer Mattson
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Product Details

• Paperback: 272 pages
• Publisher: Back Bay Books (February 9, 2006)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 031601074X
• ISBN-13: 978-0316010740
• Product Dimensions: 8.2 x 5.5 x 0.8 inches
• Shipping Weight: 8 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 4.5 out of 5 stars See all reviews (28 customer reviews)
• Amazon.com Sales Rank: #159,334 in Books (See Bestsellers in Books)

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16 of 16 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars Both touching and hilarious. , June 29, 2006

By	Foureyedsnail (California) - See all my reviews

This review is from: Devil in the Details: Scenes from an Obsessive Girlhood (Hardcover)

Ms. Traig has a real talent for taking events that are quite tragic, and must have been agonizing to experience, and making them hilarious. You feel almost guilty laughing, as a young Jenny washes her hands dozens of times while wondering if water is really clean.

While her memoir is primarily one of a "closet OCD sufferer," her scrupulosity and other concerns give an interesting insight into Judaism, for those of us who had no idea which holidays were fasts and that Jewish-ness is passed down through the mother. Her light, witty handling of serious matters--Judaism, OCD, family relationships--is truly spectacular.

This book was of special interest to me because it made me aware of several symptoms of OCD that I had as a child. Discussing it with another, similarly surprised friend, we decided that no, rearranging objects in perfect right angles for fear of the Apocalypse wasn't exactly normal behavior. So this book is especially enjoyable if you see a bit of yourself in Jenny.

9 of 9 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars A funny, touching look at obsessive-compulsive disorder, October 1, 2004

By	Bookreporter.com (New York, New York) - See all my reviews

This review is from: Devil in the Details: Scenes from an Obsessive Girlhood (Hardcover)

From age seven to 17, Jennifer Traig suffered from scrupulosity. What is scrupulosity? Mix a borderline autistic with a religious zealot, and you'll end up with an obsessive-compulsive teenager who literally looks for the devil in every painstaking detail. Did her Trapper Keeper rest for a nanosecond on the desk of the biggest slut in eighth grade? Better take it home and scrub it over and over with bleach. Was that butter contaminated with non-kosher toast crumbs? Better stick to a breakfast of Diet Coke Popsicles, again. When she starts driving it gets even worse: did she or didn't she hit someone on the last block? Better drive back three times to make sure. It's not surprising that driving was one of her least favorite activities.

This resulting black comedy was Jennifer Traig's life for ten years. The variety of obsessive-compulsive disorder she dealt with, scrupulosity, was first recognized in the 12th century in the form of super pious monks who were compelled to pray for seven hours a day. As she points out, scruple in Latin means small, sharp stone; for her life, scrupulosity meant constant self-questioning and ever nagging doubts. Raised by a Catholic mother and Jewish father, neither of whom was overly observant, Traig finds herself more drawn to the synagogue than St. Peters and this is where her life becomes riddled with the small, sharp stones of scrupulosity. She self-teaches herself Judaism, focusing in, with her OCD ways, on the church laws regarding cleanliness. She is fixated with hand washing, and conveys the depth of the disorder by dropping into the book periodic 'interstitials,' which include guidelines for hand washing as well as recipes for all the scrupulous anorexics out there (anorexia being a more common form of OCD).

At age thirteen, in order to fully convert to Judaism (which is necessary since she is a half-breed, "like Cher") she begins bi-weekly Torah lessons, and with the introduction of Kosher laws, life gets really interesting. When her teacher explains that milk and meat require separate dishes, she instantly decides that this must also apply to toilets. If her sister cooks bacon, then doesn't this render all her worldly belongings unclean and thus subject to immediate purification in the washing machine? Isn't the very floor of the home in which the bacon was cooked impure, and therefore shouldn't you put paper towels underneath your feet for protection? But wait, the glue that holds a new roll of paper towels together might not be kosher so be sure to discard the first several sheets and then, just in case, wash hands.

Tragic, yes, but luckily Traig's treatment of this period in her life comes off more tragically funny. Her ability to look back without victimizing herself is remarkable, and since she does it with a huge helping of humor, she manages to keep her memoir apart from a genre filled with "pity poor me!" tomes. It is obvious that she gets her sense of humor from her parents, two people whose remarks and antics kept me laughing throughout the book. Her mother's favorite method of distracting Jennifer during summer vacation was to involve her in a variety of arts and crafts, including cross-stitching such wisdoms as "If Jackasses could fly, this place would be an airport." It isn't any wonder that today Jennifer Traig is responsible for a long line of "Crafty Girl" books aimed at artsy adolescents.

Interestingly enough, Traig's memoir leaves off just as she enters college, where miraculously her OCD tendencies begin to wane. A heavy year of therapy preceded the big leap to Berkeley and a family vacation to France, assisted by sedatives, helped get her "out of her grooves." I wonder if it doesn't naturally coincide with that time when most teenagers begin feeling more in control of their own lives and less under the control of parents, friends and the church. Ironically, the person she wrests control of her life back from is...herself.

DEVIL IN THE DETAILS gives a rare inside look at obsessive-compulsive disorder. It is a funny, touching tale of a not-so-normal girl and her brave battle with a not-so-normal disease.

--- Reviewed by Jamie Layton

10 of 11 people found the following review helpful:

3.0 out of 5 stars Funny... but frustrating, December 22, 2004

By	Avid reader (Philadelphia) - See all my reviews

This review is from: Devil in the Details: Scenes from an Obsessive Girlhood (Hardcover)

I almost never post reviews but when I read the comment below ("horrifyingly funny") I agreed so strongly it made me want to write. Having just finished the book, I thought the suggestion that future books might benefit from more emotion is right on the money, and nicely (i.e. both articulately and gently) put. Though I really appreciate that Traig was never self-pitying here - she steered well clear of the "pain club" memoir stigma - I was really wishing and hoping to see more chinks in her humor armor. I found her an intelligent narrator but never felt I really got to know her as more than a collection of behaviors--and I wanted to! (Maybe it would have helped to hear her speak more from the present, to complement the past.) After a while, I found the book exhausting--not the repetition of behaviors, which would be relevant and necessary to a portrait of OCD, but the lack of variance in tone. It basically maintained one emotional pitch throughout - sarcastic, witty, sometimes sitcomish - and (in my opinion anyway) it just felt too thin to sustain a book of this length on this topic. PW used the word "cursory"--I second that too. The one-liners are clever, articulate, punny, funny, but after a while I was craving more emotional range, some glints of acknowledgment of the seriousness and realness of what she was going through. I think it can be done subtly and without the self-pity she is trying (admirably) to avoid. Sedaris does this; his essays are laugh out loud funny but can be poignant too, without being cheesy. The scene toward the end of the book in the bathroom with her mother had a hint - just a HINT - of that quality, and I too would hope for more of it in future books, so I'm not just snickering here and there but laughing in the most satisfying way - when the humor is not just funny/clever but funny/nuanced/moving/real.