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Faces in the Water

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Janet Frame's Faces in the Water belongs on the same shelf with such contemporary books: The Bell Jar and One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. But in its grim earnestness and somber naturalism of reality, it is a biographical novel that is on an echelon all by itself.

Janet Frame, one of New Zealand's most redoubtable and esteemed novelists and twice a contender for the Noble Prize in Literature, used facets of her own (earlier) melancholic life for the creation of the novel's protagonist, Estina Mavet, a young and misunderstood, if not a bit shy, woman - a character who emblematized the author herself.

The novel is told in a tight, structured first person documentary narrative. The book is so wonderfully crafted, and the psychological distance and adroitness in observation of the narrator is so unfeigned, it is a marvel to behold. A reader would believe that the character of Estina was a fly on the wall observing the goings-on of its environment, but that would quickly change as he/she is snapped back into reality when some of the other characters come into play: the nurses Sister Bridge, Matron Glass, Sister Honey, Nurse Clarke to Dr. Steward and Dr. Portman, to the sundry number of incurable female patients Maudie, Carol, Bertha, Violet, down the gamut.

The incarceration of Estina and those believed to be her mentally 'damaged' like takes place in two mental institutions: Cliffhaven and Treecroft. The two hospitals are essentially divided into wards, each safeguard representing the level of madness that correlates to the tormented patient. With Estina, her placement varies from Ward One, Two or Four. While progressing through the book, the reader is never truly exposed to Estina's actions but rather her inner thoughts. And the writing that represents the narration of her ordeal is crisp, cutting and luminous. From E.S.T. (electroshock treatment) to the dreaded lobotomy, Estina goes through it all, narrowly missing having a 'brain readjustment.' The horror of the latter part, I think, is perfectly elucidated on pages 213 to 216:

"We don't like to see you here," he said. "There's an operation which changes the personality and reduces the tension, and we decided it would be best for you to have the operation."

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"With your personality changed," she said, "no one will dream you were what you were. So many patients have had this operation or are going to have it. I know one woman who was here for twenty years and now -what do you think?-she's selling hats in one of the fashion stores in town. And she used to be in seclusion, like you."

"I don't think I could sell hats," I said doubtfully.

"You've no idea what you'll be able to do. You'll be out of the hospital in no time instead of spending your life here as otherwise you'll have to do, my lady, and you'll get a good job in a shop or perhaps an office, and you'll never regret having had a lobotomy."

As the Estina's story winds down and the climax of horror lessons (I'll let you guess what happens), the story has a very exquisite and refined ending, a completeness, a totality, like a Charles Dickens novel. There is a definative statement that is elicied from this work: compassion, understanding, valuing life no matter how unpleasant it may be. For that alone and what Janet Frame endured, she should receive a Nobel.

Frame's Faces in the Water came to my attention after watching Angel at my Table many years ago, before anyone could buy books online. I went to my local bookstore and had to have it special ordered, however, not before the bookseller commented that she had had a lot of orders for Frame's books lately. That was sometime ago, that I read her book but to this day I remember most vividly the feeling that I came away with, that you never know what is inside a person who does little or no talking. Yes, we think we know who we are dealing with to some degree and what a person is like once we've had a conversation with them, but we can only imagine who a person is by their appearance. For Frame to have been imprisoned at a mental hospital shows just how wrong we can be. What an incredible gift this talented writer has made to us. The most important book I have ever read to this day.

anything janet writes is going to be good, but i must say none of her books have moved me like this one has....she writes with razor in mitten to describe her own mental illness and the barbaric way hospitals go about "treating" it. her description of shock therapy is so dark and beautiful. she does an excellent job of bringing to the page something so other, one can hardly imagine it much less speak about it. bravo, janet!

This book, fictionally based on Miss Frame's near decade spent in mental hospitals, is without a doubt one of the most powerful novels I have ever read. Resisting the comfortable stereotypes of the mentally ill, she treats all of the characters; doctors, nurses and patients, with the same amount of honesty and insight. Her gift for cadence and the English language is remarakable. An incredibly courageous and moving work.

if only oprah could get her hands on this book! Millions would get a chance to know the wonder of Janet Frames' writing. Faces in the Water is one of my favorites. The feeling of being in a mental instution lingers for days after you've finished reading. This is one book I've kept to read again. .

This is such a good book, though very much on the dark side. If you ever wanted to know what it was like in mental institutions during the 40's and 50's, then this is a must read. While this is fiction, Janet Frame spent 8 years in a mental institution receiving over 200 shock treatments. She was mistakenly diagnosed as schizophrenic. The surroundings she describes are either close to or exactly what it was like back then. Again, a must read. Disregard the 1 star review.

One of the best accounts of mental illness as seen from within. A vivid and often devastating portrayal of what it means to be a patient in an institution. The prose is sharp, crystal clear and unadorned -- but full of lyricism nonetheless.

This book sucks, plain and simple. There is nothing intelligent or thought provoking about it. It reeks of someonee trying way too hard to give it depth and is impossible to read. I wouldn't reccomend it to anyone.