Too Bright to Hear Too Loud to See (Ala Notable Books for Adults)
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A studio executive leaves his family and travels the world giving free reign to the bipolar disorder he's been forced to hide for 20 years.
“You won’t be able to put down this exhilarating debut novel... brave and touching.”
In her tour-de-force first novel, Juliann Garey takes us inside the restless mind, ravaged heart, and anguished soul of Greyson Todd—a successful Hollywood studio executive who leaves his wife and young daughter for a decade to travel the world, giving free reign to the bipolar disorder he’s been forced to keep hidden for almost 20 years. The novel intricately weaves together three timelines: the story of Greyson’s travels (Rome, Israel, Santiago, Thailand, Uganda); the progressive unraveling of his own father seen through Greyson’s childhood eyes; and the intricacies and estrangements of his marriage. The entire narrative unfolds in the time it takes him undergo twelve 30-second electroshock treatments in a New York psychiatric ward.
From the Hardcover edition.
breakfast?” “That’s a great idea!” “Really?” I asked. “Really,” she said. Willa stood on her tiptoes watching as I stirred packets of powdered cocoa with dehydrated minimarshmallows into boiling water. “Mommy makes it with milk,” she said. “Really? The directions say to use water.” I showed her the box to prove I knew what I was doing. “Well, Mommy says it’s better for you with milk.” Apparently, I still had a few things to learn. But even though it was a little thin and the marshmallows
burning holes in the bathroom floor. I was going to fall through the floor and die and there was nothing I could do to stop it. “Grey, are you home?” Thank God, Ellen was home. No, that was wrong. That was bad. She’d come home early to kill me. She was going to make me drink bleach. No, not bleach. That knife. She was going to skin me alive with the electric carving knife we’d gotten as a wedding gift. It made sense. She was the one who’d wanted it, who had insisted we register for it along
have to pay attention to their shit or notice that their wine all tasted the same, and by noon Ellen would wrestle the keys to our rental car away from me and insist on driving. I miss those trips. I am feeling very sorry for myself, and thinking about Ellen has made it worse. I am not tired and I don’t feel like watching porn. The giant circular lobby bar, open twenty-four hours a day, is centrally located so as to make it nearly impossible to avoid. Exactly halfway between the hotel’s front
off the ground. I sat down in the soft, damp sand and tried to will this reality away—tried to replace it with the one I knew should be there. The one that had been there. I’d just had it. Which meant I had only misplaced it. Like I do with my car keys all the time. And I get pissed off and yell and swear. And then Ellen finds them for me. And it’s always somewhere I should have looked. But didn’t. That’s what this was. I buried myself in sand so I wouldn’t blow away. But I left my feet sticking
and jerks his bike off the bike path onto a lawn and then rides headfirst down some stairs and back onto a pedestrian path leading to Fifth Avenue. I follow, nearly falling off my own bike with each awkward switchback, barely making it onto Fifth, where I see him heading north. Finally he looks at me over his shoulder. When I see his face, the sweat coming out of my pores turns to ice. I assumed, when he finally looked back at me, he’d be laughing. All along, I assumed this had been a game for