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224 pages, Paperback
First published July 1, 1977
It is our contention that the subjective world of the theorist is inevitably translated into his metapsychological conceptions and hypotheses regarding human nature, limiting the generality of his theoretical constructions and lending them a coloration expressive of his personal existence as an individual. [p.5]Psychobiography is the name of the game with Atwood and Stolorow, who dig into primary and secondary sources on each of Sigmund Freud, Carl Jung, Wilhelm Reich, and Otto Rank to unearth a series of their formative life experiences, then detail the formal correspondences to each of their respective conceptions about what is universal in human personality structure and development. Although the whole effort is rather convincing, I suspect any competent author could construct similar arguments from cherry-picked patterns of behavior. Additionally, what for the duo constitutes “formative,” in my reading, analogizes to “childhood and adolescent traumata.” But this is not necessarily the case, as in Pete Docter's epochal masterwork Inside Out, which quite irrefutably demonstrated that joyous moments can be equally reifying.
The theoretical constructions of Freud and Reich stemmed from urgent attempts to protect and/or restore images of emotionally significant others; those of Jung and Rank from an equally urgent need to sustain and/or repair a precarious self-organization. [p.174-175]---
We have proposed that every theory of personality universalizes the theorist’s personal solution to the nuclear dilemmas and crises of his own life history. Clearly, this generalization, if valid, must also apply to us. Upon reflection, we can recognize that the idea of intersubjectivity itself has attained the status of a universal within our framework. [p.189]And proceeding—but only in the broadest sense (no personal details whatsoever)—to describe, in the space of a few sentences, with language that reeks of post-hoc rationalization, their own psychological “traumata.” Of course I’m being needlessly harsh, perhaps of some paradoxical, pathological, masochistic need to discredit the beliefs to which I am most partial. Yes, I confess, I’m a card-carrying intersubjectivist, no matter what language game within which it situates itself. It’s the way of the world.
A serious confrontation with a theory of personality awakes a whole pattern of positive and negative subjective resonance in the individual, and his eventual attitudes toward the material will be profoundly affected by its degree of compatibility with his own personal reality. [p.7]In the spirit of pure transparency, I found myself identifying with several of the psychologists as here characterized, but against said spirit I will emphatically not be putting on display the particular sections I highlighted, which would be a more pornographic exercise than the already quite explicit breadcrumbs I’ve left glistening across the technosphere. As to my personal metapsychology, insofar as one exists, it is the cobbled-together Frankenchild of various frameworks and makes claims to neither universality nor self-consistency; attempting to elucidate at this juncture would end in a trash fire. Nevertheless I must reveal a desire to be, as it were, revealed to myself (at the very least), for why else would I bother doing all this? By definition, intersubjectivity requires other subjects. So, dear readers, tell me—tell me who I am.
(Incidentally, we notice in ourselves an at times considerable irritation brought on not only by Rank’s extravagant intellectual claims, but also by his contempt for other thinkers, manifested in the ease with which he dismisses theories that are in opposition to his own.) [p.152]Rank (age 21, Daybooks p.52): “Now I see everything clearly: the world process is no longer a riddle. I can explain the whole culture, yes, I can explain everything. What shall I be able to do with the remainder of my life?” [p.151-152]