Madness, Genius, & Sherman’s Ruthless March

Sherman’s troops destroying the Atlanta rail depot — part of his methodical, seemingly mad destruction of the South’s infrastructure

 In 1864, in a radically risky move crucial to winning the Civil War, William Tecumseh Sherman led his army of some 80,000 men to Atlanta, burned it to the ground, and then marched to the coast of South Carolina, destroying almost all in his path. It was a wild, improbable gambit: He meant to and did destroy the South’s infrastructure, crops, railways, and will. But to do so he had to work for weeks without supply lines for his own army and in near total isolation — no supplies, little communication — from both civilian and military leadership to the north.

Was there a method to Sherman’s March? And what did it have to do with him being crazy? Nassir Ghaemi’s A First-Rate Madness: Uncovering the Links Between Leadership and Mental Illness, which I’m now reading with mixed feelings and total fascination, raises these questions in a single, succinct, startling chapter, and answers Yes and Yes.

I have a few beefs with this book, which I’ll note and then set aside. Ghaemi seems a wonderful psychiatrist, and he writes vividly. But, following Ernest Kretschmer, he pathologizes not just dysfunction but abnormality; he defines mental health as “the absence of mental disease, plus being near the statistical average of personality traits.” Thus if you’re too far from the average, you’re not healthy. Both the mad and the abnormal, he says, can excel “in crisis,” but presumably not in ‘normal’ life. This ignores countless examples of odd eccentrics who thrive absent crisis — from Einstein, Woolf, Beethoven to Curie, Proust, and Manny Ramirez. Ghaemi’s schema of normal versus abnormal people operating in either stable or crisis environments seems to me unnecessarily black and white; the value of any trait depends on environment, and Ghaemi seems to assume a stable environment is the norm, which is hardly the case.

Yet I forgive Ghaemi all this and more in exchange for his sensitive insights into how patients actually experience and talk about their troubles, and for the way he mines some of the literature surrounding the lives of the people he examines in this book. He is especially sensitive to the creeping, often vague nature of melancholy and madness as it actually shows itself. His thumbnail sketch of depression’s distinctive reality, for instance, brings to mind that of William Styron’s incomparable Darkness Visible. His close-focus definition holds far more nuance than do his high-altitude distinctions:

[D]epression adds to sadness the constellation of physical symptoms that produce a general slowing and deadening of bodily functions. A depressive person sleeps less, and the nighttime becomes a dreaded chore that one can never achieve properly. One never gets out of bed; better sleep, if one can, since one can’t do anything else. Interest in life and activities declines. Thinking itself is difficult; concentration is shot; it’s hard enough to focus on three consecutive thoughts, much less read an entire book. Energy is low; constant fatigue, inexplicable and unyielding, wears one down. Food loses its taste. Or to feel better, one might eat more, perhaps to stave off boredom. The body moves slowly, falling to the declining rhythm of one’s thoughts. Or one paces anxiously, unable to relax. One feels that everything is one’s own fault; guilty, remorseful thoughts recur over and over. For some depressives, suicide can seem like the only way out of this morass; about 10% take their own lives.

“Depression is a terrifying experience,” one of his patients tells him, “knowing that  somebody is going to kill you, and that person is you.”  This gets at something that only true depressives know: once you’ve thought of killing yourself, the thought, even when it goes away for long periods, is never the stranger it should be.

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How do we reconcile this morass with the idea that madness can generate a sort of genius, much less more modest increases in performance or happiness? I have written before that I think depression itself is not terribly adaptive but is rather just one result, distinctly a downside result, of a broader sensitivity that can be an asset. Such sensitivity can open the door to depression, but it can also generate traits ranging from empathy to the appreciation of pleasures that generate happiness, from the hard-won exuberant agony of Mozart or Led Zeppelin to the unpracticed glittering beauty of one’s children.

To this Ghaemi offers to add some direct upsides of depression and mania — and convinces me against my prejudices.

First, he argues that the long dark struggles with the black dog, as Samuel Johnson called depression, can generate the resilience, determination, and ruthless focus needed to counter external challenges. Thus Winston Churchill, for instance, found the strength to rally a nation against the threat of Nazi Germany. Churchill struggled long and mortally with depression. At times he prayed daily for death. He learned to stand vigilant against the the opportunities that life offers for escape. From Ghaemi:

He had thoughts of killing himself. “I don’t like standing at the edge of the platform when an express train is passing through,” he told his doctor. “I like to stand right back and if possible get a pillar between me and the train. I don’t like to stand by the side of the ship and look down into the water. A second’s action would end everything.”

After the war, when he’d lost re-election and had to leave 10 Downing Street, he complained about the balcony of his new flat.

“I don’t like sleeping near a precipice like that,” he said. “I’ve no desire to quit the world, but thoughts, desperate thoughts, come into the head.”

Ghaemi argues that enduring such times can spawn a paradoxical resilience: Depression, though it can drive to his knees a person living amid seemingly happy circumstance, as it did Churchill at an early career peak around 1930, can generate such a talent for enduring murky darkness that the sufferer can enthusiastically attack even so enormous a problem as Nazi Germany —  grateful to face a challenge both external and relatively coherent. To Churchill, in short, Hitler and his armies were nothing compared to the black dog. To win you had only to refuse to succumb. This is partly what Churchill meant when he said, “If you find yourself going through hell — keep going.”

Thus vulnerability can generate resilience. Ghaemi also argues that depression can help increase one’s sense of empathy. I resisted this at first. It has long seemed to me that empathy too is part of the sensitivity to experience that can open the door to depression, rather than depression’s by-product. Ghaemi makes me reconsider. He does so mainly through his description of how Sherman conceived, framed, and explained his decision not just to sack the city of Atlanta, but to tell the South and Atlanta that that was exactly his plan.

This too seems paradoxical. How can a decision to sack a city and destroy an entire region’s infrastructure be a sign of empathy? Sherman’s decision can seem sociopathic –  the work of a mind that understands others’ suffering only so he can exploit it. Yet it’s hard to square such a view of Sherman with the extraordinary letter that Ghaemi excerpts in his book. This letter Sherman wrote, publicly, to the mayor of Atlanta when the mayor had objected to Sherman’s announced intention to destroy the city.

Gentlemen:

… You might as well appeal against the thunder-storm as against these terrible hardships of war. They are inevitable, and the only way the people of Atlanta can hope once more to live in peace and quiet at home, is to stop the war; which can only be done by admitting that it began in error and is perpetuated in pride.

We don’t want your negroes, or your horses, or your houses, or your lands, or anything you have, but we do want and will have a just obedience to the laws of the United States. That we will have, and, if it involves the destruction of your improvements, we cannot help it.…

I myself have seen in Missouri, Kentucky, Tennessee, Mississippi, hundreds and thousands of women and children fleeing from your armies and desperadoes, hungry and with bleeding feet. In Memphis, Vicksburg, and Mississippi, we find thousands upon thousands of the families of rebel soldiers left on our hands, and who we could not see starve. Now that war comes home to you, you feel very different. You deprecate its horrors, but did not feel them when you sent carloads of soldiers and ammunitions, and moulded shells and shot, to carry war into Kentucky and Tennessee, to desolate the homes of hundreds and thousands of good people who only asked to live in peace at their old homes and under the Government of their inheritance.…

But, my dear Sirs, when peace does come, you may call on me for any thing. Then will I share with you the last cracker, and work with you to shield your homes and families against danger from every quarter.

Now you must go, and take with you the old and feeble, feed and nourish them, and build for them, amid quiet places, proper habitations to shield them against the weather until the mad passions of men cool down, and allow them in peace once more to settle their old homes at Atlanta.

Yours in haste,

W. T. Sherman, Maj.-Gen., commanding

By any measure, an extraordinary letter. “Yours in haste” is quite a touch; a hint of ruthlessness. Yet you cannot read the whole letter and maintain that Sherman did not understand suffering: those bleeding feet, the last cracker, the starving families of rebel soldiers fed, do not appear to the sociopathic mind.

Ghaemi believes that Sherman’s empathy arises partly from his struggles with bipolar disorder, or manic depression. Sherman wrote this letter in the spring of 1864, and throughout his march to and through Georgia and South Carolina, then throughout his march north to squeeze Lee’s army between his and Grant’s, forcing Lee’s surrender, he reportedly worked at a pitch of energy and confidence, sleeping little, talking much, his legs in motion even when he sat and talked, “his stockinged feet,” as one account had it, “dart[ing] in and out of their slippers.” This is the sort of sustained but controlled mania, of bounteous energy and unshakeable confidence, uniquely conducive to completing a great work. And as a work of war, his march qualifies as a great work.

“Sherman’s neckties” — the twisted rails that Sherman left throughout the South in order to cripple the South’s rail system.

Three years earlier, though, when his first military campaign had gone badly, Sherman had become so depressed and unhinged that he was relieved of duty. Only appeals to Lincoln — a man once chewed raw by the black dog  — won his return. In such dark stretches, Ghaemi argues, Sherman forged the strength to conceive and sustain the sort of boldly committed campaign needed to crush the South. He was allowed to by a president and another general, Grant, who understood the depths from which he had risen.

If you felt like being pithy, you could say that one sort of insanity started the Civil War and another sort of madness won it. Pith, of course, lies beneath endlessly complicated layers that both obscures and gives it form. Even the most elemental trait’s value and expression depends on context and environment. And context and environment, at least for the sentient, memory-laden creatures we humans are privileged to be, contains always the remembered past and the imagined future.

It’s hard amid such complexity to draw clear lines and distinctions. Ghaemi may draw some of these lines boldly. But even as he does so, he paints the complexity whole.

18 Comments

    1. I’m not trying to justify Sherman’s tactics, and neither does Ghaemi in his book. His point was the role of empathy in understanding what he was doing — and in offering a peace — and the role of mania’s original thinking in conceiving the campaign. 

  1. Rather than someone suffering from a bipolar condition, Sherman is probably suffering from the anguish and fatigue of war. The daily remembrance of sending his soldiers to face death would weigh heavily on his mind. The letter he sent to the mayor of Atlanta is a light shining into the dark recesses of his mind. He was tired of war, sick of the destruction brought upon the United States by the Confederate Armies, and he intended to bring this same destruction to bear upon the South. The same methods were employed against both Germany and Japan in WWII. Perhaps Ghamie would say that Eisenhower, Truman, and Roosevelt suffered from bipolar since they too engaged in the scorched earth tactics of Sherman. 

    1. Please see my reply to delahaya below. As to whether Ghaemi would consider Eisenhower, Truman, and Roosevelt biplar: I can’t speak for Ghaemi, but if I understand his argument correctly, he asserts that Sherman’s biploar thinking showed in the relative originality of his campaign (an originality it would have lacked if repeated; “total war” like this was considered an innovation then) — and in many other signs of manic behavior as well, along with his depressive episodes.  

      1. Good discussion. With respect, though, I think Sherman’s real innovation was boldly taking a sizeable force far beyond its own lines of communication in order to destroy the LOCs of the enemy at will, without respect for any nominal ‘front line.’ Grant had hooked past his own LOC’s near Vicksburg, but that was tactical. Sherman’s departure from the supply line was deliberately strategic, and intended to destroy strategic targets.

        However, “Total War” in the general sense was hardly uncommon at the time, or crazy, or innovative. The idea that Sherman’s march was somehow uniquely brutal for the period is post-war secesh propaganda meant to reinforce the Rebellion’s absurd pretensions to “victim” status. In truth, the March to the Sea was relatively restrained compared to many earlier incidents in the Civil War. Happy to provide examples to put this argument in context, if need be.

  2. Interesting post of course.  It’s often been noted anecdotally that certain people with mood disorders, especially bipolar disorder, can be extra-ordinarily perceptive, almost spooky. 

  3. I’m not sure what exactly qualifies Mr. David Dobbs as an expert critic of Dr. Nassir Ghaemi’s book, but having a podium does not equate with a creditable opinion. Possibly, if he acquired Dr. Ghaemi’s education and professional experience, I would be more impressed with his approval or lack of same. I have most often been impressed with the insight offered by Wired magazine across a broad spectrum of topics, but this is usually based on the credentials of those offering their opinions. Mr. Dobbs thoughts might best be registered on his personal blog, however, I am disappointed that Wired feels he is the expert to weigh in on a topic he is so poorly qualified to speak about.

    1. Vetterun, 

      My sincere thanks for weighing in. I’ll attempt to clarify the source of my objections.

      First, my credibility, like Dr. Ghaemi’s, resides primarily in my argument, with which you (and he) are free to differ. Secondarily, and more to the point you address: I’ve studied and written about psychiatry, depression, and psychiatric diagnostic challenges for several years now, and discussed those issues at length with many psychiatrists, psychologists, diagnosticians, and students and scholars of those disciplines; from those studies and conversations I draw most of the opinions here. My concerns are hardly original, and are shared by many psychiatrists and diagnosticians. It is hardly a fringe or arbitrary argument that psychiatry medicalizes normality, and my critique obviously draws on that line of argument. I’m confident enough in my credentials for writing about this — and am more donfident that the argument stands outside any issues about my own qualifications.That said, I made it clear I differ with Dr. Ghaemi in that one arena of diagnostic borders while admiring greatly much of the rest of the book. I admire in particular the richness, fullness, and particularity with which Dr. Ghaemi sees his patients’ struggles with mood and madness. I strongly suspect that richness overrides any diagnostic issues when he’s practicing his discipline, and that his patients are lucky to have him. If all psychiatrists worked so, psychiatry would face fewer of the problems it now struggles with. Yet Ghaemi’s apparent gift is a rare one, and for the rest, and for patients everywhere, definitions and diagnostic borders matter immensely. 

    2. Your comment is very well-written for such a trollish and absurd sentiment. You disagree with no logic or argument, provide none of your own but to insult the writer of this book review. What makes it makes it doubly absurd for me is that you accept without question that Dr. Ghaemi’s qualifications as a psychiatrist permit him to wax philosophic about the mental illness of historical figures without seeing them, but yet you deny Mr. Dobbs (a skillfully literary science writer) the credibility to write a book review. 
      If you have an argument with the substance of the book review, make it. If it is compelling, readers will judge Mr. Dobbs on their own. But to drag down the tenor of the comment thread by merely attacking the author with no reference to the substance of the piece? I really wish you would use your intellectual talents to contribute to the discussion, rather than detracting from it saying that it shouldn’t exist in this forum.

    3. Your comment is very well-written for such a trollish and absurd sentiment. You disagree with no logic or argument, provide none of your own but to insult the writer of this book review. What makes it makes it doubly absurd for me is that you accept without question that Dr. Ghaemi’s qualifications as a psychiatrist permit him to wax philosophic about the mental illness of historical figures without seeing them, but yet you deny Mr. Dobbs (a skillfully literary science writer) the credibility to write a book review. 
      If you have an argument with the substance of the book review, make it. If it is compelling, readers will judge Mr. Dobbs on their own. But to drag down the tenor of the comment thread by merely attacking the author with no reference to the substance of the piece? I really wish you would use your intellectual talents to contribute to the discussion, rather than detracting from it saying that it shouldn’t exist in this forum.

  4. Yep Sherman the compassionate. Like when he wrote ‘we must act with vindictive earnestness against the Sioux, even to their extermination, men, women and children.’ A real humanitarian, that guy.

  5. Post traumatic stress disorder has the same symptoms. Given the drawn-out nature of the Civil War prior to Sherman adopting these tactics, his twitching legs and manic sleeplessness were probably fueled by the nightmares of warfare and the unrelenting sight of ‘bleeding feet’, but they were driven by an urgent desire to end the madness.

  6. I recently saw a contemporary etching/drawing of Gen Sherman hanging in an old Southern home, and there was something about him that just did not look right.  When I first saw it I thought, “He ain’t right.”  Reading this story suggests that observation did indeed reflect something in his demeanor and mental status.  He had very disturbing eyes and a scary look about him, as one sometimes sees in psychotics.

  7. I live in Columbia, SC  and always thought his march was a masterful strategy even though my family’s plantation was destroyed in Lancaster County, SC (conversely some of my family still act like it happened last month). I feel that the North might have been too lenient on the South especially after the war in allowing the socio-political culture to remain intact with slavery abolished in name only for at least 100 years after the war ended.  Don’t get me wrong I love the South, warts and all, but there has always been an underlying pathology to its institutions.

    1. Thanks for writing this, Will. I always strive to respect the South, which taken as a whole is a remarkable and positive influence on world culture, food, industry and a dozen other facets of global life. But the poison from the secesh era, the slaveholders’ rebellion and the guerrilla war that was artfully rebranded as “Reconstruction” just won’t go away. And it won’t go away in part because hundreds of thousands persist in trying to whitewash the worst of Southern history instead of turning their focus to moments of real, worthwhile achievement. It’s genuinely heartening to see someone with deep roots in the South say what you’ve said above, and thanks. A small reminder that some, at least, are looking at the past with clear and thoughtful eyes 

  8. For what it is worth, I will absolutely deny — having read everything that Sherman himself ever wrote as well as more books about Sherman and the events that occurred during his lifetime than anyone could probably imagine — that Sherman had any elements of bipolar disorder or any of its subtypes as characterized by DSM-IV-TR.  Any psychiatric diagnosis requires examination of an individual’s entire life. You can’t pick and chose events — particularly stressful events — to support your diagnosis. You also have to be highly skeptical of secondary and anecdotal sources.  Sherman, throughout his life, demonstrated level headed, normal behavior consistent with someone who was West Point educated and who had endured the hardships of war and frontier life.
                   There is no evidence that Sherman ever “planned” to destroy Atlanta.  He necessarily shelled Atlanta because the Confederate general Hood had made the city his fortification.  Subsequent to capture, Sherman forced the city residents leave because he made the town a military encampment and wanted neither the responsibility of providing for them nor the responsibility of protecting them in case of enemy attack — perfectly reasonable actions under the circumstances.  The only destruction he ordered was of facilities that could function to aid the enemy. I recommend googling “the mythology of Sherman’s march” and you should find a website clarifying the issue.

          Ghaemi also makes a mess of his analysis of Lincoln.  I lack time to rebut his absurd attempt at diagnosing Lincoln with depression. However, I will point out that he simply ignores that despite the death of two sons and despite having to live with a woman who probably was mentally ill, Lincoln nevertheless managed to get up and daily deal with the divergent and difficult personalities of his cabinet members  as well as with the other hectic aspects of presidential life.  And NOT ONLY THAT,  despite multiple setbacks and disappointments, he managed the fighting of a civil war AND his re-election to boot!  Yet this “psychiatrist” thinks Lincoln suffered clinical depression?  Has this psychiatrist ever actually managed a patient with clinical depression?  I simply refuse to believe that a survey of psychiatrists would support the notion that ANYBODY with true depressive illness could cope with the situation Lincoln faced.  Even with modern drugs it would be challenging if not impossible.

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