Briefing for a Descent Into Hell: A Psychological Thriller by Doris Lessing (Eng

Description: Briefing for a Descent Into Hell by Doris Lessing Original publication and copyright date: 1971. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description In this ambitious novel of madness and release, shortlisted for the Booker Prize, Doris Lessing imagines the fantastical "inner-space" life of an amnesiac.Charles Watkins, a Professor of Classics at Cambridge University, has suffered a breakdown, confined to a mental hospital as his friends and doctors attempt to bring him back to reality. But Watkins has embarked on a tremendous pyschological adventure that takes him from a spinning raft in the Atlantic to a ruined stone city on a tropical island to an outer-space journey through singing planets. As he travels in his mind through memory and the farther reaches of imagination, his doctors try to subdue him with ever more powerful drugs in a competition for his soul. In this provocative novel, Lessing takes us on a harrowing voyage into the rarely glimpsed territory of the inner mind. Author Biography Doris Lessing was born of British parents in Persia, in 1919, and moved with her family to Southern Rhodesia when she was five years old. She went to England in 1949 and has lived there ever since. She is the author of more than thirty books—novels, stories, reportage, poems, and plays. In 2007, she was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature. Review "Touching and beautiful." —The New York Review of Books"A brilliant and untamed image of the possibilities that may still constitute mans destiny." —Time"An excursion into private consciousness . . . ending up in the darkest reaches of the unconscious at its most primitive." —The Washington Post Book World Review Quote "Touching and beautiful." -The New York Review of Books "A brilliant and untamed image of the possibilities that may still constitute mans destiny." -Time "An excursion into private consciousness . . . ending up in the darkest reaches of the unconscious at its most primitive." -The Washington Post Book World Excerpt from Book CENTRAL INTAKE HOSPITAL Friday 15th August 1969 ADMITTANCE SHEET NAME: Unknown SEX: Male AGE: Unknown ADDRESS: Unknown GENERAL REMARKS: At midnight the police found Patient wandering on the Embankment near Waterloo Bridge. They took him into the station thinking he was drunk or drugged. They describe him as Rambling, Confused, and Amenable. Brought him to us at 3 a.m. by ambulance. During admittance Patient attempted several times to lie down on the desk. He seemed to think it was a boat or a raft. Police are checking ports, ships, etc. Patient was well dressed but had not changed his clothes for some time. He did not seem very hungry or thirsty. He was wearing trousers and a sweater, but he had no papers or wallet or money or marks of identity. Police think he was robbed. He is an educated man. He was given two Libriums but did not sleep. He was talking loudly. Patient was moved into the small Observation ward as he was disturbing the other Patients. NIGHT NURSE. 6 A.M. Patient has been awake all day, rambling, hallucinated, animated. Two Librium three-hourly. Police no information. Clothes sent for tracing, but unlikely to yield results: Chain-store sweater and shirt and underclothes. Trousers Italian. Patient still under the impression he is on some sort of voyage. Police say possibly an amateur or a yachtsman. DOCTOR Y. 6 P.M. I need a wind. A good strong wind. The air is stagnant. The current must be pounding along at a fair rate. Yes, but I cant feel it. Wheres my compass? That went days ago, dont you remember? I need a wind, a good strong wind. Ill whistle for one. I would whistle for one if I had paid the piper. A wind from the East, hard on to my back, yes. Perhaps I am still too near the shore? After so many days at sea, too near the shore? But who knows, I might have drifted back again inshore. Oh no, no, Ill try rowing. The oars are gone, dont you remember, they went days ago. No, you must be nearer landfall than you think. The Cape Verde Islands were to starboard--when? Last week. Last when? That was no weak, that was my wife. The sea is saltier here than close in shore. A salt salt sea, the brine coming flecked off the horses jaws to mine. On my face, thick crusts of salt. I can taste it. Tears, seawater. I can taste salt from the sea. From the desert. The deserted sea. Sea horses. Dunes. The wind flicks sand from the crest of dunes, spins off the curl of waves. Sand moves and sways and masses itself into waves, but slower. Slow. The eye that would measure the pace of sand horses, as I watch the rolling gallop of sea horses would be an eye indeed. Aye Aye. I. I could catch a horse, perhaps and ride it, but for me a sea horse, no horse of sand, since my time is man-time and it is God for deserts. Some ride dolphins. Plenty have testified. I may leave my sinking raft and cling to the neck of a sea horse, all the way to Jamaica and poor Charlies Nancy, or, if the current swings me South at last, to the coast where the white bird is waiting. Round and round and round I go, the Diamond Coast, the Canary Isles, a dip across the Tropic of Cancer and up and across with a shout at the West Indies to port, where Nancy waits for her poor Charlie, and around, giving the Sargasso Sea a miss to starboard, with Florida florissant to port, and around and around, in the swing of the Gulf Stream, and around, with the Azores just outside the turn of my elbow, and down, past the coasts of Portugal where my Conchita waits for me, passing Madeira, passing the Canaries, always en passant, to the Diamond Coast again, and so around, and so around again and again, for ever and ever unless the current swings me South. But that current could never take me South, no. A current is set in itself, inexorable as a bus route. The clockwise current of the Northern seas must carry me, carry me, unless . . . yes. They may divert me a little, yes they will, steering me with a small feather from their white wings, steadying me South, holding me safe across the cross not to say furious currents about the Equator but then, held safe and sound, Id find the South Equatorial at last, at last, and safe from all the Sargassoes, the Scillas and the Charibs, Id swoop beautifully and lightly, drifting with the sweet currents of the South down the edge of the Brazilian Highlands to the Waters of Peace. But I need a wind. The salt is seaming on the timbers and the old raft is wallowing in the swells and I am sick. I am sick enough to die. So heave ho my hearties, heave--no, they are all gone, dead and gone, they tied me to a mast and a great wave swept them from me, and I am alone, caught and tied to the North Equatorial Current with no landfall that I could ever long for anywhere in the searoads of all that rocking sea. Nothing from Police. No reports of any small boats yachts or swimmers unaccounted for. Patient continues talking aloud, singing, swinging back and forth in bed. He is excessively fatigued. Tomorrow: Sodium Amytal. I suggest a weeks narcosis. DOCTOR Y. 17TH AUGUST. I disagree. Suggest shock therapy. DOCTOR X. 18TH AUGUST. Very hot. The current is swinging and rocking. Very fast. It is so hot that the water is melting. The water is thinner than usual, therefore a thin fast rocking. Like heatwaves. The shimmer is strong. Light. Different textures of light. There is the light we know. That is, the ordinary light lets say of a day with cloud. Then, sunlight, which is a yellow dance added to the first. Then the sparkling waves of heat, heat waves, making light when light makes them. Then, the inner light, the fast shimmer, like a suspended snow in the air. Shimmer even at night when no moon or sun and no light. The shimmer of the solar wind. Yes, thats it. Oh solar wind, blow blow blow my love to me. It is very hot. The salt has caked my face. If I rub, Ill scrub my face with pure sea salt. Im becalmed, on a light, lit, rocking, deliriously delightful sea, for the water has gone thin and slippery in the heat, light water instead of heavy water. I need a wind. Oh solar wind, wind of the sun. Sun. At the end of Ghosts he said the Sun, the Sun, the Sun, the Sun, and at the end of When we Dead Awaken, the Sun, into the arms of the Sun via the solar wind, around, around, around, around . . . Patient very disturbed. Asked his name: Jason. He is on a raft in the Atlantic. Three caps. Sodium Amytal tonight. Will see him tomorrow. DOCTOR Y. DOCTOR Y: Did you sleep well? PATIENT: I keep dropping off, but I mustnt, I must not. DOCTOR Y: But why not? I want you to. PATIENT: Id slide off into the deep sea swells. DOCTOR Y: No you wont. Thats a very comfortable bed, and youre in a nice quiet room. PATIENT: Bed of the sea. Deep sea bed. DOCTOR Y: You arent on a raft. You arent on the sea. You arent a sailor. PATIENT: Im not a sailor? DOCTOR Y: You are in Central Intake Hospital, in bed, being looked after. You must rest. We want you to sleep. PATIENT: If I sleep Ill die. DOCTOR Y: Whats your name? Will you tell me? PATIENT: Jonah. DOCTOR Y: Yesterday it was Jason. You cant be either, you know. PATIENT: We are all sailors. DOCTOR Y: I am not. Im a doctor in this hospital. PATIENT: If Im not a sailor, then you arent a doctor. DOCTOR Y: Very well. But you are making yourself very tired, rocking about like that. Lie down. Take a rest. Try not to talk so much. PATIENT: Im not talking to you, am I? Around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and . . . NURSE: You must be feeling giddy. Youve been going around and around and around for hours now, did you know that? PATIENT: Hours? NURSE: Ive been on duty since eight, and every time I drop in to see you, you are going round and round. PATIENT: The duty watch. NURSE: Around and around what? Where? There now, turn over. PATIENT: Its very hot. Im not far away from the Equator. NURSE: Youre still on the raft then? PATIENT: You arent! NURSE: I cant say that I am. PATIENT: Then how can you be talking to me? NURSE: Do try to lie easy. We dont want you to get so terribly tired. Were worried about you, do you know that? PATIENT: Well, it is in your hands, isnt it? NURSE: My hands? How is that? PATIENT: You. You said We. I know that We. It is the categorical collective. It would be so easy for you to do it. NURSE: But what do you want me to do? PATIENT: You as we. Not you as you. Lift me, lift me, lift me. It must be easy enough for you. Obviously. Just use your--force, or whatever it is. Blast me there. NURSE: Where to? PATIENT: You know very well. Tip me South with your white wing. NURSE: My white wing! I like the sound of that. PATIENT: You cant be one of them. If you were, youd know. You are tricking me. NURSE: Im sorry that you think that. PATIENT: Or perhaps youre testing me. Yes, thats a possibility. NURSE: Perhaps that is it. PATIENT: Its just a question of getting out of the North Equatorial Current into the South Equatorial Current, from clockwise to anticlockwise. The wise anticlocks. NURSE: I see. PATIENT: Well, why dont you? NURSE: I dont know how. PATIENT: Is it a question of some sort of a password? Who was that man who was here yesterday? NURSE: Do you mean Doctor Y? He was in to see you. PATIENT: Hes behind this. He knows. A very kindly contumacious man. NURSE: Hes kind. But I wouldnt say contumacio Details ISBN0307390616 Short Title BRIEFING FOR A DESCENT INTO HE Language English ISBN-10 0307390616 ISBN-13 9780307390615 Media Book Format Paperback DEWEY FIC Year 2009 Subtitle A Psychological Thriller Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2009-07-14 NZ Release Date 2009-07-14 US Release Date 2009-07-14 UK Release Date 2009-07-14 Author Doris Lessing Pages 320 Publisher Random House USA Inc Series Vintage International Publication Date 2009-07-14 Imprint Random House Inc Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:17446493;

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