'Erudite sparks from art, literature, science and philosophy, refreshingly lucid. Phillips is riveting... he bangs nails on heads, and into coffins, with such eloquent precision' Salley Vickers, Telegraph
Adam Phillips is a British psychotherapist and essayist.
Since 2003 he has been the general editor of the new Penguin Modern Classics translations of Sigmund Freud. He is also a regular contributor to the London Review of Books.
Phillips was born in Cardiff, Wales in 1954, the child of second-generation Polish Jews. He grew up as part of an extended family of aunts, uncles and cousins and describes his parents as "very consciously Jewish but not believing". As a child, his first interest was the study of tropical birds and it was not until adolescence that he developed an interest in literature. He went on to study English at St John's College, Oxford, graduating with a third class degree. His defining influences are literary – he was inspired to become a psychoanalyst after reading Carl Jung's autobiography and he has always believed psychoanalysis to be closer to poetry than medicine.
Phillips is a regular contributor to the London Review of Books. He has been described by The Times as "the Martin Amis of British psychoanalysis" for his "brilliantly amusing and often profoundly unsettling" work; and by John Banville as "one of the finest prose stylists in the language, an Emerson of our time."
Hardly any other psychologist writes as well as Adam Phillips does.
And desire is usually the contemporary word for the risk not taken, for the missed opportunity; the unlived life that seems the only life worth living. - Adam Phillips, Side Effects
Phillips always has something interesting and counterintuitive to say, but this one gets more into the theoretical and logistical aspects of practicing psychotherapy, which occasionally made it hard to keep pace. It felt like being a casual hiker trying to keep up with a professional sherpa.
There was also a bit more repetition than seemed necessary, as if Phillips had narrated his thoughts into a tape recorder and didn't spend much time tightening things up on the transcription side.
But Phillips is Phillips, and my head is jammy with new ideas to think about. A couple that stood out: Our deepest desires are so troubling to our conscious selves that we all basically have a full-time job of deluding ourselves in uncountable ways - for example, as rich and amazing as language is, the more thoughtfully and coherently we can describe our desires is a dead giveaway that we are misrepresenting them. Hence, free association is a way for us to talk "incoherently" in the presence of someone (the analyst) who can possibly find some meaning in the jumble of images, associations, noise.
Another illuminating thought is the idea that - again, because our true desires are horrifying to our ego and artfully hidden from ourselves - in nearly all ways we really only want what is seemingly out of reach, because permitted desires don't overlay the desire map in the ocean floor of our psyche, so they don't resonate.
It's starts with "Freudian slip" when you do casual talks suddenly someone open the paddle lock of your pigeon hole where you hidden your secrets. All your secrets of opinions and facts will just come out like "a cat jump out of the bag" and put you in embracing situation, For such talks Freud created a concept called "psycho therapy" where patience are allowed to do carefree talks
It's an hand book for therapist and lovely journey to understand the concept of hidden Beauvoir Some chapters are superb Essays on Expectations Bribe Ending Nuisance Desire,, Every essays has an immense discussion and interpretation Author has mastered the subject before penning it down and nice journey A lovely book for therapist..
The chapter I found very interesting was 'On Not Making it Up: The Varieties of Creative Experience.' I like the distinction he makes between the and the Promethean: 'The sacramental poet, the carver forges himself; the erotic poet, the Promethean, the modeller endorses himself. In one the version of the self is the instrument, in the other it is the obstacle.' His insights into Freud are illuminating: 'The ego is a utopian but the past just keep giving birth to itself.'
This guy was a psychoanalyst for kids. He stopped practicing because he found it too depressing. What did he expect? Also, I'd guess spending time thinking about literature is a lot more interesting than spending time with catatonic children.