by William Styron (1990). Classical account of a writer’s descent (and ascent) into living hell in the form of a severe and acute depression that almost ended in suicide. In this slim volume, the author honestly tries to describe his internal state and speculates on the various causes and effects of depression. I wasn’t as impressed with it as I felt I should have been from the book’s reputation. But I suspect it is like trying to explain color to a color-blind person. If you don’t have a morbid, negative personality you have grave difficulties understanding this horrible condition.