"Songs of Three
Islands" is a stunning memoir about the astounding Carnegie family's
struggle with mental illness combined with a beautifully evoked
meditation on motherhood and madness. In describing five generations of
mental instability in the female line of her family Millicent Monks
attempts to bring mental illness out of the shadows and comfort those
who are suffering from thoughts and feelings they don't always
understand. In her own words 'People, they say, are divided into two
kinds: those who have known inescapable sorrow and those who have not.
Because sorrow cannot be changed, one's lifestyle and feelings must be
changed to accommodate it'. This heartfelt account highlights the
struggle and frustration felt as you watch those you love being
destroyed by mental illness. It's easy to presume that having riches
beyond your wildest dreams automatically means you have it all, but
being blighted by mental illness is something many families, rich and
poor alike, struggle to come to terms with. This memoir will not only
leave the reader feeling positive and enlightened, but filled with
enormous admiration for and gratitude towards Millicent Monks for
sharing this unique story about her legendary family. This frank account
highlights her own personal struggle and determination to survive
against many odds.
The book is broken up into three segments that correspond with the time the author lived at each of the three islands. It’s not a polished book in that the story doesn’t always flow smoothly but it is exactly this aspect which highlights how the author is writing from the heart/memories. Her writing is so descriptive that she puts you in the islands right along with her. Sadly, what I took away from this memoir is that it doesn’t matter how much money/resources you have. In the end, none of it is a match for mental illness.
*I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. Roberta
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