: Ian M. Evans
: Singing Grass
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: 9781098350017
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: Erzählende Literatur
: English
: 318
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Richard Young, a clinical psychologist practicing in Taos, New Mexico, has a troubled past. His new client, Christopher Carson, bears an uncanny resemblance to the historical Kit Carson. Christopher's obsession with the injustices perpetrated against Native Americans, heightened by specific details he provides of past injustices, begins to unnerve Richard, an immigrant. Is this a rare case of an identity disorder, trauma caused by vicarious guilt, or is it something more mysterious and otherworldly? Becoming increasingly suspicious that Christopher is somehow using him, perhaps feigning mental illness to cover up a murder resembling an incident in Kit Carson's life, Richard's own life starts to unravel, and his character flaws become more evident. His ever-supportive and talented wife, Sharon, who is an artist, begins to question their relationship. When Richard encounters Christopher's daughter, he realizes he knows her under another name. She was deeply involved in the scandal that cost Richard his university job. It will be up to Sharon to resolve the conflicting tensions. The story is set against the harshly beautiful environs of the traditional lands of the Navajo people and the Taos Puebloans, and their vibrant cultures.
Psychotherapy is the art of finding the angel of hope in
the midst of terror, despair, and madness.
Cloé Madanes, co-founder
Family Therapy Institute
1. CLINICAL PRACTICE
Looking back months later, Richard Young, PhD, licensed clinical psychologist, would always remember this day as the beginning of his unraveling. Unraveling isn’t really a psychological term, but that’s what it felt like, as if he’d pulled a thread in his personal fabric and left a gaping hole.
He was hard at work in his office reading tweets when his part-time receptionist, Juanita Garcia, knocked and stuck her head around the door.
“Chao, Richard, I’m leaving for the day. Don’t forget your four o’clock cancelled. You can go home early. Lucky Sharon. Yo!” she protested, pointing sternly at his cell phone. “You should be working on your backlog of reports, not obsessing over—”
“I wasn’t addicted to Twitter until the damn election. The country’s going to hell. Twitter’s the most immediate source of information. Hey, did you know today a record was set in Switzerland for the appearance of the greatest number of Charlie Chaplin look-alikes: six hundred and sixty-two of them?”
“Huh? ¡Yo tengo una tía que toca la guitarra! Will one of those Little Tramps help you fill out any of your Individual Therapy Session claim forms?”
“What? I was just observing you can still get light relief by finding odd things people have tweeted. I’ll spend my free hour on those wretched insurance forms, I promise.