The feelings that drive people toward suicide can be treated—in Jonny Benjamin’s terms, the bubble of that bleak world can be burst. But, despite the numbers and the losses, suicide is a phenomenon we push away, we mystify, even—it must be said—romanticize, as if science cannot begin to confront its cause. We invoke the brilliance and torment of women like Virginia Woolf and Sylvia Plath, in whose suicides we see mystical forces that speak of the suffering of artists. We’ve diagnosed something similar in the recent death of Philip Seymour Hoffman, from a drug overdose, in order to make sense of, to celebrate, his art.
Posted on: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 16:15:24 +0000
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