The following excerpt from I Want to See You in Black illustrates why nobody within the publishing industry can possibly take Mr. Pacione’s non-fiction tell-all cement block seriously:
It draws into the points of horror and insanity, depths with them becoming the nightmare as it is told from a fictional reality.
Yes, folks, he wrote “as it is told from a fictional reality.” You have it straight from the horse’s mouth.
Here is another from Blessed Are the Sick:
They sit there in the back of the mind waiting; that would be there in the back of my mind in the hours when I was in the sanitarium a few years ago.
He admits he was in an insane asylum. That was originally posted five years ago. My guess is that he’s been back several times since then, and is gearing up for another visit.
This one is from Cemetery Dream:
Since I took a gun shot to my stomach a few months ago in Chicago, my mental state hadn’t been the same. The dreams that were induced from the incident had left one emotionally disturbed — in a state of Megalomania from the horror that it had left me with.
I would suggest the megalomania began when he was in high school. I would also suggest that you install the Stop Autoplay plugin for Firefox before you click on the link to the story itself; the music loop is annoying.
And from Misguidance, we have this gem:
She had this sullen look to her face, and just seems like her entire career was about making the hopes of the students she worked with a urinated sense of security.
I wish I knew what he meant by a “urinated sense of security.” Does he not have a loo in the basement where he lives, and therefore fears for his life?
Repeatedly, in story after story, Mr. Pacione uses phrases such as “I cannot describe,” “I cannot really describe,” etc., yet proceeds to describe nothing for 300 or more words.
My working theory is that he’s misdiagnosed as bipolar when he’s really schizophrenic. His mental state certainly has never been stable, but the past few weeks have led me to believe that he’s rapidly deteriorating. I also recall reading in his short stories references to his hearing voices. Those, I must find to document.
In some ways, what Mr. Pacione does with words is similar to what Louis Wain did with his cat paintings. Initially, they looked as if they belonged in a Beatrix Potter book, but got increasingly bizarre, repetitious, and fractal as his schizophrenia progressed. I see signs of that in Mr. Pacione’s writing.
How about Borderline Personality Disorder?
http://www.nimh.nih.gov/publicat/bpd.cfm
It’s worth exploring that hypothesis, Sabledrake.
“While a person with depression or bipolar disorder typically endures the same mood for weeks, a person with BPD may experience intense bouts of anger, depression, and anxiety that may last only hours, or at most a day.”
That aspect of Borderline Personality Disorder doesn’t mesh with Mr. Pacione’s seemingly persistent anger. Perhaps he has bouts of normalcy that are not expressed online.
Does Mr. Pacione hear voices or have visions? Buried in the gibberish of his stories, there are clues, but no definitive answers. What is clear is that he confuses dreams with reality.
I doubt any single psychiatrist has spent enough time with Pacione to see all aspects of his behavior.
-Russ
One of my relatives was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder, and Nick does not seem to share most of the characteristics that she possessed.
It’s tough to diagnose him without seeing his daily life. Is he as abrasive in the real world as he is on the net? I doubt it. By most accounts, ‘our’ Nick doesn’t exist in the real world. It’s a facade behind which hides a sickly and cowardly man-boy.
It’s mostly that I work in residential psych, and that’s the impression I get from his posts. Particularly if the borderline stuff is combined with bi-polar … which is a combo that can get pretty wild on the manic high-swings. But as long as we’re all chucking our tuppence into the fountain, I thought I’d toss that out there.
We will probably never know for certain what his proper diagnosis should have been, but it is very clear that he’s not in possession of his proper faculties.
It’s also clear that he is not getting the meds he needs.
Sabledrake, if you’d like to elaborate, I’m all eyes and ears, so to speak. My personal experience with psychotics is limited to “street corner preachers.”
You are in violation of copyrights by posting parts of my fiction asshole. And you have no right to be posting my works you fucking jag-off. You don’t have a right to be posting major passages to my short stories and that is off limits asshole.
Actually, legally Codger’s on quite solid ground. Or at least on ground far more solid than you ever stood. How many death threats have we made lately, Stinky?
Ooooh, Nicky stinks and it ain’t pretty.
The Fair use provision of US Copyright law, Nicky. limited quotations are legal.
Nickolaus, how many times do you have to be told that posting a link or brief passages of your writing is perfectly legal? You may not like it, but it’s legal. Any copyright lawyer would laugh you out of his or her office.
He figures that he gets a special exemption. Mentally ill people get better copyrights? Or something.
No, no, no. It’s Dark Conservatives that have super-copyright powers.
Happy to elaborate and share what I’ve observed over the years … any particular questions?
I know this an extremely belated reply, Sabledrake, but do bipolars in general get less coherent over the years? I’m not being facetious, at all. You have far more experience than I do with them. It’s just a question.