It is with great relief that I finally finished this book. In addition to its monstrous length, both the timing of my reading and the content between the book's covers made completing it difficult. But! I am glad I did. Though I found the second half of the book more compelling than the first, often grew annoyed at Solomon for not better curating his interviews (huge walls of quotations are common), and wished he had directly addressed more issues of psychiatric ethics, I do think a lot of this book is masterful and important. Though I dog-eared many pages, I think the section that struck me most was an interview at the beginning of the book with a woman who set up a refuge camp for orphans and depressed women in Khmer Rouge. She describes the process of rehabilitating women who, though they survived war, would now likely die from their depression and incapacitating PTSD. She distracts them with music, teaches them to work, and encourages community. The key to overcoming, she says, is knowing "these three skills--forgetting, working, and loving." In writing this book about his own depression, the depression of others, and the tangled issues of depression at large, I think Solomon allows himself to remember his own suffering in order to forget it. And, as he says at the end, "is that not a rare joy?"