Well, since I have (fortunately only moderate--but enough to mess up some months of my life and result in my dealing with clinical depression for some months more) asthma, I have few qualms about saying the author sounds like a pretentious git. I know people with more serious asthma, and they don't sound like this.
Everyone deals with chronic illness in different ways. But when you choose to write a memoir, you kind of open yourself up to this sort of analysis--and the same sort of understandable whininess that might earn deserved sympathy from your friends doesn't necessarily work for strangers.
Besides, there are real metaphoric possibilities--both funny and serious--in the whole business of needing to find one's breath, and a better memoir would have known this, and used it, instead of doing that stupid conjugation trick.
(The whole business of how we all cope with chronic health issues is fascinating. I think it's something I'm still trying to understand.)
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Date: 2005-05-30 10:38 pm (UTC)Everyone deals with chronic illness in different ways. But when you choose to write a memoir, you kind of open yourself up to this sort of analysis--and the same sort of understandable whininess that might earn deserved sympathy from your friends doesn't necessarily work for strangers.
Besides, there are real metaphoric possibilities--both funny and serious--in the whole business of needing to find one's breath, and a better memoir would have known this, and used it, instead of doing that stupid conjugation trick.
(The whole business of how we all cope with chronic health issues is fascinating. I think it's something I'm still trying to understand.)