Prozac Nation

Outwardly, young adult Elizabeth Wurtzel has all the advantages: she attends upscale private schools and later Harvard, she has devoted family on her mother's side, she is pretty, slender, and a talented writer. So why does she always feel like a big black cloud is chasing her? Wurtzel suffers from a years-long, badly-managed case of clinical depression, and the many therapists she seeks out attribute her problems to her parents' acrimonious divorce rather than her biochemical makeup. Finally she gets on the title medication and feels better, but how can she now adjust to living (relatively) depression-free? This all took place back in the late 1980s, when Prozac and other SSRIs were looked at with great suspicion; did these drugs make show more people "better than well"? Now, as Wurtzel writes in her epilogue and afterword, they're just another part of our cultural landscape.

Prozac Nation is a well-written book that nonetheless goes on too long for its own good. I'm glad I read it, but I also am glad that I'm done with it. show less

This well-written memoir chronicles the teenage and college years of Wurtzel’s life, which she spends primarily in a funk of deep, unshakeable depression. If you have not felt this kind of depression (and I haven’t), it is easy to become impatient with the author midway through the book. She seems to have everything that a lot of us want: a burgeoning career as a feature writer for newspapers and major magazines like Rolling Stone (and this is while she is still in college); a scholarship-funded education at Harvard; an endless supply of endlessly patient friends. Even her tragedies are minor: a distant father, a failed short-term relationship. So why is she constantly whining and self-obsessed and so full of pain? Wurtzel herself show more even comes out of her funk from time to time to wonder, “Why am I so depressed? What do I have to feel bad about?”

It is this impatience with the narrator that is the real brilliance of this book, and as we find out in the last chapter, Wurtzel has deliberately portrayed herself exactly as she felt, both to depict how it feels to be severely depressed and to let us readers know how it feels to know the severely depressed. And we do, believe me.

By the end of the book, we have been through the wringer with Wurtzel, and we are glad to see her find salvation in drugs (although she is careful to explain that while anti-depressants have saved lives, they are in danger of becoming over-prescribed for the most minor cases of the blues). So yes, this book is uncomfortable to read, and we may occasionally want to yell at Wurtzel to snap out of it already, but when it is done, we know just what hell she went through – because we went through it with her. show less

"And the scariest part is that if you ask anyone in the throes of depression how he got there, to pin down the turning point, he'll never know. There is a classic moment in The Sun Also Rises when someone asks Mike Campbell how he went bankrupt, and all he can say in response is, 'Gradually, and then suddenly.' When someone asks how I lost my mind, that is all I can say too."

Prozac Nation vividly illustrates Wurtzel's lifelong battle with depression as well as the strained relationships between her and her overbearing mother, estranged father, and countless lovers. Between substance abuse and suicidal thoughts, Wurtzel's memoir gives readers a look inside the mind of a depressed individual; a mind one can only describe as a torture show more chamber. After a failed suicide attempt, she becomes one of the first candidates to qualify for a revolutionary new antidepressant called fluoxetine. Fluoxetine, an SSRI, is better known by its brand name: Prozac.

While the majority of readers give this book praise, I've stumbled upon a few negative reviews. In order to fully appreciate and relate to this book, it's best if you are someone who has personally dealt with mental illness. Anyone who is neurotypical and reads this book will more than likely think, "What does she have to be so depressed about? She goes to Harvard, she's pretty, she works for well-known magazines, she's well-traveled...she's so whiny and sad for no reason. I can't stand her." And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the point this book illustrates best; you can have the world at your feet, but when you suffer from depression you can no longer find happiness in anything. You become someone no one wants to "deal" with, and the guilt of not being happy and appreciating the people in your life hangs over you like a dark cloud. Just the stigma itself can fuel the depressed individual's self-depreciating thoughts and tendencies. Wurtzel's memoir perfectly captures this aspect; the self-loathing and guilt torments her, body and soul, making recovery nearly impossible without proper treatment. This book is revolutionary in the sense that it breaks up the stigma that depression is a choice rather than a diagnosis. It told readers who were suffering in silence, "You're not alone," which is revolutionary in itself. To top it all off, the lyrics of Bob Dylan and Bruce Springsteen are sprinkled throughout. These artists, as well as several others, provided music and lyrics that spoke to Wurtzel throughout her adolescence. The music allowed her to cope with, yet completely wallow in, her own sadness. The music reminded her, as her book did for her readers, "You're not alone." show less

As a person with depression, reading Prozac Nation was like being forced to take a guided tour of my younger years. Elizabeth Wurtzel holds no punches in describing her agonizing battle with her mental illness. However, her insightful, well educated mind is the second commentator in the book, constantly analyzing, pushing for answers and screaming rhetorical questions that have gone unanswered for millennia. The ensuing dialogue speeds to the end, revealing much about the title of the book.

Great subject, great prose, important book of our time, etc., but MY GOD will you get sick of listening to this woman. I mean, it's a very accurate description of what it's like to be very very depressed, but there's a reason depressed people aren't exactly social butteflies and it's because they never stop talking about how bummed out they are. And this is 384 pages of Elizabeth Wurtzel crashing and burning and then crying about it for about seven hours.

I read this book in high school as I was suffering from severe depression. and I believe it saved me in a lot of ways. The writing is beautiful and truly captures the many aspects of depression. I have read and re-read this book many times. Critics may say that Elizabeth Wurtzel comes off as selfish and whiny, and while there are parts of the book where you want to shake her and make her see all that she has going for her, for anyone that has gone through the darkness of depression, it only makes the book more accurate. Depression causes this dark tunnel, this rain cloud, that makes it impossible to see outside your own mind. Someone I knew worked at a coffee shop on the Yale campus where Wurtzel used to go for coffee and I was so show more disappointed that I never got to shake her hand and let her know how much she has helped me, just for letting me know that I was not alone.
I'm not sure that anyone who has never suffered from depression, or who has been close to anyone who has suffered from depression will enjoy this, but it is an excellent insight into the world of depression and mental illness. show less

Elizabeth Wurtzel's writing style is nice and easy to read, though she tends to get a bit ranty from time to time. I flew through this book when I first read it, and like many kids just entering college, I was like "duuuude, this is soooooo insightful."

I read it again just after I graduated and found it to be ridiculously self-involved. Wurtzel basically wrote a really, really long blog entry about how down and out she is and how nobody truly understands her. You can read the same stuff all over the blogosphere these days; she just happened to get paid for it.

Upon first read I would have given this book five stars. Now I give it two. This book isn't all it was hyped up to be.