As the end of the year was gradually drawing closer on the horizon, I was thinking there was a good chance I wouldn't read any more massive books until 2022. Then I decided to read this colossal tome of Freud's major works. Usually I would read just one of the large essays (more or less book length) in any given year, but here I decided to just take the plunge and read the entire collection. I've been interested in reading some of Freud's work for a long time - admittedly, I was drawn more to the taboo element that characterises his output. I read and moderately enjoyed The Interpretation of Dreams last year, but otherwise I was completely unversed in his work. All I knew was that he was big on the Oedipus complex, and the idea that children subconsciously desired their parent of the opposite gender as sexual partners.
While it is not an exaggeration to say Freud was particularly obsessed with the sexual (or libidinous) aspects of human life, and the great import sexual gratification has over the rest of our lives, his characterisation as a perverted, mostly irrelevant thinker today is very unfair and ill-informed in my opinion. While his work is not immune to that dryness that much psychological writing (then and now) is afflicted by, so many of his expositions on the human psyche, the unconscious, dreams, religion, love, sex and psychoanalysis are fascinating.
I do not share his views in certain areas - particularly his dismissive conclusions (albeit with a tolerant attitude) on religion is disappointing if hardly surprising - but he writes with such academic rigour, passionate humanism, and literary flair that I almost always enjoyed reading his books, articles and lectures. Especially his earlier explorations into psychotherapy, in which he comes across almost like a psychiatrist's equivalent of Sherlock Holmes, delving into the fascinating complexities of trauma and neurosis, were remarkable.