Ms. Malcolm had a harder time. She had written a piece about Jeffrey Masson, a complicated figure who had once been appointed head of the Freud Archive and then had turned on Freud—accusing him, among other things, of dismissing as fantasy what he knew to be widespread and genuine cases of child abuse, in order to maintain the popularity of his theories. Anyone who read the piece would know that Ms. Malcolm, whose own father was an analyst, disagreed with Masson. On the other hand, the fairness of her report was such that I, for example, was persuaded by Masson, as she represented his views.
