angrysoba
Philosophile
This is an article from the Guardian titled "‘I was in the pit of despair’: Non-speaking autistic novelist Woody Brown on his journey from write-off to writer"
I read it while still waking up and was alarmed at how gullible the Guardian writer seems to be. That said, reading it again, I think the author deliberately put in the red flags to clue the reader in.
It's about an autistic "writer" who the educators and specialists "wrote off" (gettit! They wrote him off!), but whose mother learnt about facilitated communication, and since then, using a "word board" he was able to compose a novel.
To me, this comes across as one part Koko the Gorilla and one part a Million Little Pieces.
I read it while still waking up and was alarmed at how gullible the Guardian writer seems to be. That said, reading it again, I think the author deliberately put in the red flags to clue the reader in.
It's about an autistic "writer" who the educators and specialists "wrote off" (gettit! They wrote him off!), but whose mother learnt about facilitated communication, and since then, using a "word board" he was able to compose a novel.
To me, this comes across as one part Koko the Gorilla and one part a Million Little Pieces.
His mother is the star, but the teachers didn't get it!Brown, 28, is at home with his mother, Mary, in Los Angeles when we chat. Mary holds up the letter board on which he taps out his answers. She then speaks them back to me. Brown is not totally without speech.
Sometimes, he comes out with a word or phrase, often delivered in a high pitch and repeated. This is known as echolalia.
Brown and his mother are incredibly close. She hugs him tight as a blanket when he is stressed, waits patiently for his answers and seems to understand him almost as well as he does himself. “She has been at my side for every moment of my journey,” Brown taps. “Without her there is no me.”
This definitely happened!When he was a toddler Mary watched Soma Mukhopadhyay, whose son Tito is autistic and non-speaking, on the TV show 60 Minutes. Mukhopadhyay had taught Tito to type, and now he could communicate with the world. She thought it would be amazing if Woody could learn a fraction of what Tito had. Mary took him to see Mukhopadhyay, who wrote letters on slips of paper and jumbled them up.
“I’ve been told he’s mentally retarded, and she says ‘Woody spell cat’. And he pulls down the C and the A and the T. He’s three at that point!”
But it made little difference. When he went to school, teachers dismissed him as a no-hoper, and thought it wasn’t even worth trying to educate him. He was put in the lowest class and left to his own devices. At the age of eight, Mary tells me, the kids in his class were asked if they knew another word for sad. “When it gets to his turn he spells out ‘melancholy’ and he spells it correctly.”
So he DOES speak, but not about Murakami, who he definitely has had read to him and which is the basis of his writing style.“Sorry boss! Sorry boss!” he shouts in a high-pitched cartoon voice. It’s a shock when you first hear Brown speak.
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Brown is wearing a lovely T-shirt, featuring Japanese trains. I ask him what it means. “I love trains and Murakami. Hence Japanese trains. Murakami’s my favourite author. I’ve read so many of his books. We read every day, and I can’t get enough!” Mary reads aloud to him because he has visuospatial issues that make it difficult to focus on the words on the page.
Anyway, he is definitely very accomplished, definitely did a Masters degree all by himself (only the communication was facilitated by his mother), and his screenwriter mother definitely had nothing to do with the creation of the novel.As he taps, I notice he’s looking away from me. At first I assume he doesn’t like to make eye contact. But then I realise sometimes he looks straight at me, and that he seems to be engaged in an activity when he looks away. I ask what he’s doing.
“May I say I think better when I have my screens going?” Brown says.
Now it’s Mary’s turn to smile. “Should we show Simon?” she asks.
“Yes!!!” he bellows.
There are three computer screens on a mobile cart, and he’s playing or watching each one as we chat – one shows his favourite cartoon, Thomas the Tank Engine, on the second he plays Angry Birds and on the third there are videos of old-school steam locomotives.
I ask him if he’s occupying himself with all the screens because he finds me boring. “
No,” he taps. “May I say I have many screens running through my brain at all times. My brain is so busy that I have to occupy more than one channel at a time. If I only looked at you the top of my head might blow right off! It’s exhausting to narrow my vista to one window.”
In 2022, Brown became the first non-speaking autistic graduate at the University of California, Los Angeles (UCLA), where he received the English department’s top writing honours. He completed his master’s at Columbia University in 2024. Mary attended both courses alongside him. He also took his cart and three screens to his studies. Multitasking was the only way he could focus on lectures and seminars. In his bedroom at home, he has far more screens all going at the same time.
Mary is also an English graduate, and worked for 20 years as a story analyst in the film industry with the likes of Steven Spielberg. Brown’s father Drew is head of production at Paramount TV. Mary anticipates there will be sceptics who suggest that she has helped Brown with his work, but she says she has had nothing to do with the creative process. Sure, she translates Brown’s sentences off the letterboard and then types them up, but apart from checking whether a comma or full stop is needed, and occasionally reminding him he’s used the same word twice in a paragraph, she insists she had no influence over the book.