My thanks to both NetGalley and the publisher Yale University Press for an advance copy of this book on suicide, and how we as humans have been grappling with this issue in art and philosophy for quite a long time.
I remember reading in a book, I'm not sure the author, or even the subject matter, though I am sure it was nonfiction a line that stayed with me, not because of how it was used, but how it explained a few things that were going on in my life. I remember in the book a terrible crime, maybe a parent killing children, has be committed and the author says, this person succumbed to the devil's beautiful music. The devil's beautiful music is how I think of suicide and the solution it provides. I have known a few people who couldn't ignore that devil's beautiful music, one who lived, but the others lost now for many years. As has the author of this book Edith Hall, whose family, family relationships, and even her own thoughts have heard the devil's beautiful music, the effects of which still affect her life in many ways. Also, as a scholar, Hall can look to the past for ideas, discussions, and even consolation which Hall does in her book Facing Down the Furies: Suicide, the Ancient Greeks, and Me part memoir, part study, part search for understanding and a look at grief of what suicide does to both victims and survivors, even generations later.
The book begins with a discussion of the author's life, when England offered programs that helped students who might not have ever gotten the chance to learn things in higher education. Hall found Latin uninteresting, but Ancient Greek was a vast wonderland to Hall. One which she studied, passed and has made her life's work. Certain works though dealt with the topic of suicide, not just in plays, but in works about Socrates, and other writings. Hall was famiilar with the subject of depression and suicide. Her Mother's grandfather, mother and cousin all had committed suicide, and as Hall grew older Hall dealt with the same feelings. The classics were a way of looking at suicide. The coldness of Socrates on his last days to his young family, the words used to describe characters whose death effected so many, along with other writings.
I'm not sure what I expected when I started reading this, but I did not expect a book that touched my brain, my heart and my soul so much. This is suck a well-written book, dealing with the classics, family, and the pain that people have when their own brains turn against them. Or when they feel society has. The book has a perfect balance between memoir, and using the classics to deal with real world events, along with current research on why people commit suicide, and what happens to those left behind. Expect a run or emotions also, from little victories, to great losses and what could have beens.
A book that I would recommend,but I can see where it would be hard for a lot of people. I found the writing quite helpful, and interesting, and could see a lot of people getting a sense of consolation from it. In the academic sense it is also an different look at the classics, and one that people could take a lot from.