By Father Tony
Keith Adams, briefly a New Yorker, is a fascinating
blogger who has written an equally fascinating book entitled
Broken Whole: a California tale of Craziness, Creativity and Chaos. His publisher describes Keith's book this way:
This violently colorful, devastatingly forthright recounting of the author’s search for self amidst the shards of mania, takes place almost exclusively over the course of the summer of the author’s forty-first year, set against the glittering background of the Corridor of Dreams – the swanky swathe of the West side of LA stretching from the Hollywood Hills to the boulevards of Beverly Hills. With its tale of luxury goods, spiritual discovery, thrust for glory, brilliant ideas, not so brilliant ideas, fist-fights, arrest by the LAPD, and, ultimately, a diagnosis of bipolar disorder, it asks if the gleaming personality chained up by mood stabilizers is the real self, and, if it is not, is there any such thing as a real self?
Keith graciously answered my questions. Words and pictures, after the jump.
