Sigmund Freud


in our midst.

By: Jerry Adler

On his 150th birthday,

          the architect of therapeutic culture

                    is an inescapable force.

                                                             Why Freud----modern history’s

                                                                        most debunked doctor----

                                                                                  captivates us even now.

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W E STAND NOW AT A CRITICAL MOMENT IN the history of our civilization, which is usually the case: beset by enemies who irrationally embrace their own destruction along with ours, our fate in the hands of leaders who make a virtue of avoiding reflection, our culture hijacked by groups of charlatans who aren’t nearly as depraved as they pretend in their best-selling memoirs . As we turn from the author sniveling on Oprah’s couch, our gaze is caught by a familiar figure in the shadows, sardonic and grave, his brow furrowed in weariness. So, he seems to be saying, you would like this to be easy. You want to stick your head in a machine, to swallow a pill, to confess on television and be cured before the last commercial. But you don’t even know what your disease is.

YES, IT’S SIGMUND FREUD, still haunting us, a lifetime after he died in London in 1939, driven by the Nazis from his beloved Vienna. The theoretician who explored a vast new realm of the mind, the unconscious: a roiling dungeon of painful memories clamoring to be heard and now and then escaping into awareness by way of dreams, slips of the tongue and mental illness. The philosopher who identified childhood experience, not racial destiny or family fate, as the crucible of character. The therapist who invented a specific form of treatment, psychoanalysis, which advanced the revolutionary notion that actual diagnosable disease can be cured by a method that dates to the dawn of humanity:

talk. Not by prayer, sacrifice or exorcism; not by drugs, surgery or change of diet, but by recollection and reflection in the presence of a sympathetic professional. It is an idea wholly at odds with our technological temperament, yet the mountains of Prozac prescribed every year have failed to bury it. Not many patients still seek a cure on a psychoanalyst’s couch four days a week, but the vast army of proliferation of talk therapies—Jungian and Adlerian analyses, cognitive behavioral and psychodynamic therapy—testify to the enduring power of his idea.

And Freud: the great engine of an ongoing middlebrow bull session that has engaged our culture for a century. Without Freud, Woody Allen would be a schnook and Tony Soprano a thug; there would be an Oedipus but no Oedipus complex, and then how would people at dinner parties explain why the eldest son of George Bush was so intent on toppling Saddam? (This is a parlor game Freud himself pioneered in his analysis of Napoleon, who’d been dead for a full century when Freud concluded that sibling rivalry with his eldest brother, Joseph, was the great drive in his life, accounting for both his infatuation with a woman named Josephine and his decision --following in the footsteps of the Biblical Joseph-—--to invade Egypt.) In America Freud is now more likely to be taken seriously as a literary figure than a scientific one, at least outside the 40 or so institutes that specifically train analysts. Just last year, in fact, NEWSWEEK lumped Freud with Karl Marx as a philosopher whose century had come and gone, in contrast to the continuing intellectual relevance of Darwin. In an act of expiation, therefore, and to stake out the high ground before the tsunami of lectures, seminars and publications scheduled for his 150th birthday on May 6, we ask ourselves: Is Freud still dead? And if not, what is keeping him alive?

That he retains any life at all is remarkable to innocently type his name into a search engine is to unleash a torrent of denunciation that began the moment he began publishing his work in the 19th century. Maybe being wrong——as even his partisans admit he probably was about a lot of things seems inadequate to explain the calumny he has engendered, so Freudians inyoke a Freudian cxl)lanatlon. “The unconscious is terribly threatening;’ says Dr. Glen 0. Gabbard, professor of psychiatry at Baylor College of Medicine. “It suggests we arc moved by forces we cannot see or control, and this is a severe wound to our narcissism?’ Resistance caine early from a bourgeoisie appalled by one of Freud’s central tenets, that young children have a sexual fantasy life—a theory that American adults rejected by a margin of 76 to 13 in a NEWSWEEK Poll. And it’s not just Western culture that Freud scandalized; as recently as last month, in an interview with David Remnick of The New Yorker, Sheik Nayef Rajoub of Hamas explaincd the necessity for Israel’s destruction on the ground that “Freud, a Jew, was the one who destroyed morals.”

And opposition came from feminists who would have you know that they don’t envy any man his penis. It is now universally acknowledged that Freud’s ideas about women’s sexuality—in summary, that they were incomplete men—were so far wrong that, as his sympathetic biographer Pete r Gay jokes, “If he were the president of Harvard, he’d have to resign.” The low point of Freud’s reputation was probably the early 1990s, when women were filling the talk shows with all kinds of accounts of childhood sexual abuse dredged from their unconscious. This was a no-win situation for Freud—who, admittedly, had staked out positions on both sides of this question, as he often did in his long career. Those who took the side of the accused parents and siblings blamed him for having planted the idea, in his early work, that the repressed memory of actual sexual al)use was a common cause of adult neurosis. Those who believed the accusers charged him with cravenly surrendering to community pressure when he ultimately decided that many of these recovered memories were actually childhood fantasies. “Sending a woman to a Freudian therapist,” Gloria Steinem said at the time, “is not so far distant from sending a Jew to a Nazi.”

His reputation has only barely begun to recover. In the wake of the repressed- memory wars, the vast Freud archive at the Library of Congress, much of which had been embargoed for decades into the future, has been opened to scholars. And Freud’s debunkers arc finding much to confirm what they’ve said all along, that his canonical “cures” were the product of wishful thinking and conscious fudging, and his theories founded on a sinkhole of circular logic. Efforts to validate Freudian psychology through rigorous testing or brain-imaging technology is still in its infancy. “I’m afraid he doesn’t hold up very well at all,” says Peter D. Kramer, a psychiatrist and author of “Listening to Prozac,” who is working on a biography of Freud due to appear next year. “It almost feels like a personal betrayal to say that. But every particular is wrong: the universality of the Oedipus complex, penis envy, infantile sexuality.”

How much debunking can Freud withstand? Jonathan Lear, a psychiatrist and philosopher at the University of Chicago, identifies a “core idea” on which Freud’s reputation must rest, that human life is “essentially conflicted:’ And that the conflict is hidden from us, because it stems from wishes and instincts that are actively repressed—you don’t have to believe that it involves a desire to have sex with one of your parents, if that idea strikes you as outlandish—because our very conscious self cannot hear to acknowledge them. Identifying and resolving those conflicts as they emerge into awareness, deeply cloaked in symbolism, is the work of analysis.

Everything else is, ultimately, negotiable . Not even Freud’s most orthodox adherents defend his entire body of work in all its details, but they do talk about the bigger picture. “He was wrong about so many things” says James Hansell, a University of Michigan psychologist. “But he was wrong in such interesting ways. He pioneered a whole new way of looking at things:’ Freud “helps us find deep meanings and motivations, and find meaning in love and work,” says Dr. K. Lynne Moritz, a professor at St. Louis University School of Medicine and the incoming president of the American Psychoanalytic Association. Certainly he does, at least for some people, although that seems like a better recommendation for a poet than a scientist.

But then deep meaning is just what some people want out of life, a fact that helps support the 3,400 members of Moritz’s group (up, barely, from 3,200 in 1998) and 1,500 in a rival organization, the National Association for the Advancement of Psychoanalysis. That compares with 33,500 in the American Psychiatric Association. Psvchiatrists are medical doctors trained to treat mental illness; they typically see patients referred to them specifically for drug therapy, or they work in hospitals or clinics with the seriously ill. The American Psychological Association, which represents psychotherapists without medical degrees, has 150,000 members. In the NEWSWEEK Poll, nearly 20 percent of American adults say they have had some form of therapy or counseling, and 4 percent are currently in therapy. The ability to tinker directly with the brain synapses, through drugs, holds the promise of making psychoanalysis redundant for some conditions. But patients respond differently, and for some a combination of drug and talk therapy seems to work best. Moritz maintains that for some conditions, such as adolescent border-line personality disorder, analysis remains the treatment of choice. As for Freud, he himself went through a brief phase in which he advocated drug therapy. Regrettably, the drug he advocated was cocaine . That remains the one salient fact that many Americans seem to have retained about him.

A major factor in the decline of psychoanalysis is the reluctance of insurance companies to foot the bill for an open-ended treatment at a cost of more than $2,000 a month. Back in the 1950s, analysis was a status symbol and a mark of sophistication, a role filled in society today by cosmetic surgery. But it is still a valued luxury good for those with the time and the means to live up to the Delphic injunction to “know thyself’ “ There are many people who don’t respond to brief therapy or to medication,” says Gabbard, “people who want the experience of being listened to and understood, to search for a truth about themselves that goes beyond symptom relief’ Take one of Moritz’s patients, a married woman in her 40s we’ll call Doreen in honor of one of Freud’s most famous cases, who was given the pseudonym Dora. Doreen is the model of many early Viennese patients, an educated upper-middle-class woman with an overtly tranquil and satisying life. Like most patients today, her symptoms were vague and general. Neuroses no longer seem to manifest themselves in hysterical blindness or paralysis. “I decided I have a good life, but it could he better,” she says. At work she was too eager to please, taking on more than she could handle; with her family she felt the need to stifle her playfulness and sense of humor. Probably many people wouldn’t think it necessary to devote four hours a week for four years (and ongoing) to solving those problems, but to her it’s been worth it, totally. “It makes you examine your life, retell your life, to understand where your attitudes, your beliefs and behaviors come from,” she says. “I’m so much happier now. It’s not something I could do alone. You have to confront the parts of yourself that are painful and shameful and difficult to face . Dr. Moritz asks the questions that cause me to dig deeper into myself’

That, of course, is the essence of Freud’s technique. He was a man intoxicated with the voyage of inward discovery. You can see this clearly in his 1901 book “Psychopathology of Everyday Life.” Here, Freud discusses an encounter with a young man who cannot recall the Latin word “aliquis” (“some-one”) in a passage from Virgil. To Freud, such moments are never without significance, and the very obscurity of the slip gave it added interest. Freud wouldn’t waste couch time on a slip that was obvious to the person who uttered it. He employs his trade-mark technique of “free association” (“tell me the first thing that comes into your mind ....’) to uncover a link to “liquid,” then to “blood,” and through several other steps to the revelation that the young man was worried that a woman with whom he had been intimate had missed her period. What a tour de force for psychoanalysis!

Does it detract from our appreciation of his genius that the freelance historian Peter Swales has shown that there most probably was no such young man, that the memory lapse was probably committed by Freud himself and that the woman he was worried about was Minna Bernays, the sister of Freud’s own wife?



If Einstein had a romance with his sister-in-law, it wouldn’t change what we then thought about the speed of light. But this is Freud! His own thoughts and emotions were precisely the raw material from which he derived much of his theory. He is our post-modem Plato, our secular Saint Augustine. He fascinates us endlessly, even those who have made their reputations in part by denouncing him, like Frederick Crews, emeritus professor of English at U C Berkeley. Explaining Freud’s enduring interest, he observes caustically, “Academic humanists find that by entering Freud’s world of inter-locking symbols and facile causal assertions they will never run out of shrewd-looking, counterintuitive things to say in their essays and books.” As if that were a had thing! Don’t we all need an excuse now and then to sound smart by referring to interpretation as “hermeneutics”? Kramer finds echoes of Freud in T. S. Eliot’s dreamlike symbolism, in the emotional transference (of boss to father to son) in Joyce’s “Dubliners? (“‘transference” refers to the displacement of emotion that a patient undergoes in therapy, making the therapist the object of feelings the patient has toward a parent. Mr. Soprano, take your hands off Dr. Melti’s throat, please.)

“We refer to Freud every day when we call someone ‘passive-aggressive, Kramer muses. “I don’t know how people expressed that thought a hundred years ago:’ Not everyone is convinced by this argument, though: “Shakespeare managed to say an awful lot about human nature without the vocabulary provided by psychoanalysis,” observes Patricia Churchland, of the University of California, San Diego , a leading philosopher of consciousness. She adds that in any case she finds that the language of analysis is being supplanted in popular culture by the jargon of neuroscience. People talk about getting their endorphins going. Someone acting rashly is said to be “frontal’ referring to the part of the brain involved in impulse control.

Admittedly, herrneneutics isn’t exactly where the action is in American society today. In the id-driven worlds of politics, athletics and business, Freud is the uatimate non-bottom-line guy; he pays off five years down the road in the non-negotiable currency of self-knowledge. When President George W. Bush told an interviewer in 2004 that he wouldn’t “go on the couch” to rethink his decisions about the Iraq war, it so outraged Dr. Kerry J. Sulkowicz, a professor of psychiatry at NYU Medical School, that he wrote a letter to The New York Times protesting this slur on analysis, with the implication “that not understanding oneself is a matter of pride:’ Sulkowicz knows this attitude firsthand as a consultant to corporate CEOs and boards of directors, where he strttggles daily to beat some introspection into his clients’ heads. “There’s so much emphasis on “execution” and “action” in the business world,” he says. “I try to convey that action and reflection ar e not mutually exclusive.” Freud’s insights into the irrational and also the unconscious find application in the corporation, where even high-level executives may bring transference issues into the office, seeking from their boss the approval they once craved from their parents. Freud’s writings on group dynamics and sibling rivalry can serve the thoughtful CEO well, Sulkowicz adds. It helps, though, if the source is somewhat obscured. “I hardly ever talk about Freud by name,” he says.

In the shadows, the tip of the cigar wiggles up and down in agitation. Americans! he seems to be thinking. A money-grubbing mob; they made me fear for the future of civilization itself I should have told them when I had the chance.

Freud, rooted in the great civilizations of Europe, wrote little about America, which he visited briefly in 1909, but his attitude was clear from a few terse sentences in his dark classic, “Civilization and Its Discontents.” Published in 1930, when Freud was already an old man, the book was a psychological meditation on the social contract: the surrender of mankind’s natural instinct for aggression and sexual domination in exchange for the security and comfort of civilized society. But in Freud’s view, that is not an easy bargain . Those instincts are powerful and their repression creates unconscious conflict—what Lear described as the “core idea” of Freudian thought. And that is the source of the disease that we cannot name, and that we can never really cure, because it is built into the human condition . It is no accident, says Lear, that Freud’s reputation reached a low point in the eairly 1990s, which was not only the height of the recovered-memory hysteria, but also of the post-cold-war optimism that made a best-seller of Francis Fukuyarna’s book “The End of History.” Fukuyama predicted that the dissolution of the Soviet Union would pave the way for the triumph of liberal democracy around the world —an idea that came crashing to the ground one sunny morning in 2001. “We are always susceptible,” Lear says, “to the illusion that these are not our problems. The end of history was a brave hope that the ongoing dynamic of human conflict was over.” But what Freud has to say, which is worth hearing even if analysis never cures another patient, is that history will never end. Because it is made by human beings.

                                                                        ------  With ANNE UNDERWOOD

Freud Practitioners



March 27, 2006. (Pgs. 43-49)

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