Papa continually emphasizes how much remains unexplained. With the other psychoanalytic writers, everything is always so known and fixed.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
There's something uniquely exhilarating about puzzling together the truth at the hands of an unreliable narrator.
Papa always makes it clear that he would like to know me as much more rational and lucid than the girls and women he gets to know during his analytic hours.
The job of the artist is always to deepen the mystery.
Even criticism is more interesting when the writer's authority does not only come through this omniscient narrator, but through questions, ambivalence, vulnerability. A mind questioning and on the move, not just settling down and declaring - that's one of the most interesting possibilities.
It seems to me that good novels celebrate the mystery in ordinary life, and summing it all up in psychological terms strips the mystery away.
Freud was just a novelist.
As a work gets more autobiographical, more intimate, more confessional, more embarrassing, it breaks into fragments.
Psychoanalysis wants to heal with words and speaking, but sometimes with speaking, you realize nothing.
I think that every enduring story that has expressions over multiple periods, that role of being the keeper of the integrity of the vision is a very important role.
The novelist, quite rightly, fears the psychoanalyst as both an enemy and a usurper.