Tribute to Freud: Writing on the Wall--Advent (New Directions Paperbook)
by H. D. (Hilda Doolittle)
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Read in January, 2007
recommends it for:
Freudians
H.D. can be a little annoying. If one knew her in real life, she might drive a person to distraction. She comes across as someone who's self-absosrbed and addicted to talking through free association, whether on Freud's couch or not. I tried to be open-minded, however, and I was amply rewarded. H.D. herself was generous with Freud during her analysis with him. Despite his homophobic assumptions, she drew him out, encouraging him to reflect more rationally and less arrogantly about issues of sexu...more
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Read in September, 2007
On Freud she says:
"He is midwife to the soul. He is himself the soul. Thought of him bashes across my forehead, like a death-head moth; he is not the sphinx but the sphinx-moth, the death-head moth."
And her own conflicts on the paranormal:
"Are we psychic coral-polyps? Do we build one upon one another? Did I (sub-aqueous) in the Scilly Isles, put out a feeler? Did I die in my polyp manifestation and will I leave a polyp skeleton of coral to blend with this entire myriad...more
"He is midwife to the soul. He is himself the soul. Thought of him bashes across my forehead, like a death-head moth; he is not the sphinx but the sphinx-moth, the death-head moth."
And her own conflicts on the paranormal:
"Are we psychic coral-polyps? Do we build one upon one another? Did I (sub-aqueous) in the Scilly Isles, put out a feeler? Did I die in my polyp manifestation and will I leave a polyp skeleton of coral to blend with this entire myriad...more
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Read in November, 2007
recommends it for:
those interested in HD or Freud, pyschiatric memoir
HD's account of Freud was problematic for me because I felt like it ventured too into the literary to feel like an accessible first-person account of her time with him (in which she is nearly as interesting as he, or equally so depending on your particular tastes), and yet not literary enough to become truly interesting. I'm all for genre-building, but aside from superficial interest, this one didn't quite do it for me.
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Read in January, 1995
Sheesh, what a snoozer.
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