NEW YORK - James Joyce once took his beloved, mentally ill daughter Lucia to see Carl Jung. The famed psychoanalyst compared father and child to two people going to the bottom of a river -- one falling, the other diving.
Michael Greenberg is as close to knowing how Joyce felt as anyone. In July 1996, he watched helplessly as his bright, creative daughter snapped. Overnight, it seemed, 15-year-old Sally went from reading Shakespeare sonnets in their West Village apartment to grabbing strangers on the street and charging into oncoming traffic, delusional beyond reach.
When Sally's mania didn't fade, Greenberg reluctantly checked her into a double-locked psychiatric ward, where drug-dulled patients were "heavy-eyed, out of focus, like smudged photographs of themselves." So begins the summer chronicled in "Hurry Down Sunshine," a memoir that reads more like a page-turner.
Poets Robert Lowell and Sylvia Plath, novelist William Styron and others have vividly described mental disorders in the first person, but Greenberg contributes something new -- the grief of a parent on the sidelines of madness. A gifted writer, he seeks understanding through literary comparisons and wonders how much his psyche has in common with his daughter's. At one point, he even sampled her medication in an effort to understand what she was going through.
Greenberg now lives on Manhattan's Upper West Side with his second wife, choreographer Pat Cremins, and their 10-year-old son. On a recent winter morning, his sparse but comfortably appointed living room was sun-drenched, a weathered baby grand in one corner. Ceiling-high bookshelves bear out his wide-ranging reading interests, from Dante to DeLillo.
Slightly built, with an amiably inquisitive face, Greenberg has a centered demeanor cut by bursts of intensity. His gestures grew animated when he described the "diabolical siren song" of mania that he came to know through Sally.
"In its earliest moments, it's extremely pleasurable, a feeling of charisma, linguistic fluidity, energy, omnipotence. Who among us would turn away from that? You have to be burned quite a few times before you realize the signs -- agitation, grandiosity, no sleeping, paranoia."
Greenberg and Cremins visited the hospital every day, bringing Sally artichokes and chocolates. She fluctuated between incoherence and wild oracular pronouncements, her mind as unruly as her mop of amber curls.