"The brain dead part is that I've just told you this story. No one ever had to know."
Given the personal nature of Basso's debut novel, one might be readily inclined to agree with the above quote in the book's curtain call. However, having read 'I'm a Little Brain Dead,' I'm left thoroughly convinced of the opposite.
The plot follows Basso's time in hospital, having suffered a stroke at home, with the author weaving her way through a seemingly endless stream of medical staff, terms, and procedures. On paper, the story runs the risk of coming across as more of a medical journal than a working narrative. Basso, however, for the most part, seems to have a great understanding of how to navigate along this paper thin line.
The writing itself helps detach the book from early misconceptions, with its easy flow and Derek Landy-esque pace, sacrificing the right amount of detail without slowing the story down to a dull funeral march. Furthermore, you get the sense that, whilst you're left positively anxious at what is happening to Basso during the course of the book, she is rather enjoying writing about her own experiences.
"Nope, not a TIA, I had a stroke, a real stroke, an actual stroke. A TIA would have been cooler, and not just because it means no permanent brain damage. A TIA means Trans Ischemic Attack. Being under attack makes me sound tough, whereas my CVA [Cerebrovascular Accident] just makes me sound clumsy."
The beauty of Basso's novel lies in its profound humanity, not just simply in the ready supply of witticisms or the author's consistent references to The Walking Dead. Rather, it is expressed mainly through a level of introspection so honest and relatable that you almost feel as if you are experiencing Basso's plight yourself.
For anyone who prizes humour in their reads, I could very easily recommend, 'I'm a Little Brain Dead,' but to do so would be to grossly diminish what this novel offers. This isn't simply a medical journal critiquing America's health system, nor is it simply a self-congratulatory piece about how incredible Basso is for surviving her stroke. It's a charmingly honest and humorously self-deprecating account of her own mind, and other people, stapled together with a core life lesson that we can all appreciate:
"...no matter how integral you are to the lives around you, don't forget that you're still just damn lucky to be there."