‘An account from the inside of a mind cracking up. . . its writing is as taut as a bowstring. From brilliant title to closing injunction, it hums with intelligence, clarity, wit; and, its heroine’s struggle for order and meaning seduces our minds, exposes how close we all of us are to insanity. Joy, as Galloway’s heroine reluctantly lets us know that she’s called, is simply that dangerous step or two nearer the edge’ LISTENER.
