When God Wept

by Jon Mills

Chicago psychologist, Dr. Owen Ross, is a man who after enduring a lifetime of personal pain realizes that his life has become empty and meaningless. He has been afflicted by an insidious apathy which has suppressed all his ability to care or feel compassion for others. Upon getting divorced, he reassesses the events that constitute his life, and throughout the course of one day, becomes horrified by his existence. Living in a godless universe, Ross is forced to come to terms with his mother s suicide, his father s religiosity, his daughter s death, and the undisclosed love he has for a female co-worker. Depicting the toils of human existence within the decay of modern society, this novel is a journey into the human soul which examines the greater questions of authenticity, life and death, immortality, and the personal power of transcendence. Regardless of one s background, the reader will identify with the universal themes that preoccupy us all.

155 pages, Paperback

First published December 3, 2002

About the author

Prof. Jon Mills, PsyD, PhD, ABPP is a Canadian philosopher, psychoanalyst, and retired clinical psychologist. He is Honorary Professor, Department of Psychosocial & Psychoanalytic Studies, University of Essex, UK; Faculty in the Postgraduate Programs in Psychoanalysis & Psychotherapy, Gordon F. Derner School of Psychology, Adelphi University, USA; Faculty & Supervising Analyst at the New School for Existential Psychoanalysis, USA; and is Emeritus Professor of Psychology & Psychoanalysis at Adler Graduate Professional School, Toronto, Canada where he taught for over 20 years. Recipient of numerous awards for his scholarship, he is the author and/or editor of over 30 books in philosophy, psychoanalysis, psychology, and cultural studies.

Dr. Mills is an internationally recognized scholar, teacher, and cultural critic, award winning author who maintains an active writing schedule, and lectures widely worldwide.

Reviews

[Alec Toller · Rating 1 out of 5]

This book is one of the most remarkably awful books I've had the misfortune of reading. It's like the author is an angsty teenager with a thesaurus. Why use the word "facticity" when "fact" will do?!