Complex, time-consuming, expensive and usually inconclusive: it’s hard to define what purpose psychoanalysis really serves. Janet Malcolm, one of few modern writers able to explain the Freudian method in clear, uncluttered prose, likened the process to pouring water into a sieve. “The moisture that remains on the surface of the mesh is the benefit of the analysis,” she wrote in 1983.
Thirty years later, the medical reputation of psychoanalysis has deteriorated, even from that modest appraisal of its value. It has been superseded by simpler, shorter, more research-friendly cognitive therapies. The psychoanalytic profession has, in the meantime, done surprisingly little to defend itself. Once the dominant psychological system of the 20th century, it has since tended to retreat into private practice, or obscure theoretical factionalism.
Inadvertently, Stephen Grosz provides an illustration of why that is. His book is not an argument. It is a collection of case histories: patient accounts that, though reduced to parable-like brevity, took 25 years to accumulate through painstaking care and attention to individual lives. These are shaped like short stories, but true and moving in ways that fiction cannot be. Rather than validating a system or method, each of his cases speaks uniquely for itself.
Grosz avoids almost all psychoanalytic jargon and, even when he uses a concept such as “splitting,” he has the humor to suggest that ordinary expressions may be more effective. In one of his book’s 30 pithy chapters, a woman describes to him how she was disowned by her strictly observant Jewish father after she married a blond Catholic man. Years later, she discovered that her father had, all the time, been having an affair with his blond Catholic receptionist. “The bigger the front, the bigger the back,” she concludes.
It’s a great phrase and, as Grosz rightly decides, a better explanation of self-contradictory human behavior than “splitting,” because its larger truth has been hewn from firsthand knowledge. Yet there’s a bit more to the anecdote than flagging up the therapist’s humility in the face of experience. It’s not immediately obvious, but he is still subtly demonstrating the value of a psychoanalytic concept. If you didn’t know what splitting was before, you do now.
All the stories in the book work like this, on two levels. First, they are intimate accounts of real individuals, whose conditions are particular to their circumstances: the gay professor recognizing his sexuality only in his 70s, the untidy girl wetting her bed in her super-tidy home, the learning-disabled boy remorselessly spitting in the face of his therapist, the therapist’s own father refusing to recognize the sites of childhood from which his family was cleared by the Nazis.
But then they are also narratives that have been distilled through long examination into finely crafted literary form, each with a distinct meaning. And in turning people’s lives into stories with (at least partial) resolutions, Grosz persuades us to see how the psychoanalytic encounter can help people change — a little — or perhaps accept the ways in which they cannot change. This hardly amounts to a rallying cry, but it is powerful nonetheless. He does not act as advocate for psychoanalysis. He makes his larger case by showing, not telling.
Some might question the propriety of revealing so much of the confidential encounter between doctor and patient, even with names changed. But the case history is the indispensable foundation of all clinical psychology — whatever the discipline — and it is currently in danger of being neutered in mainstream practice by computer-formatted records, institutional correctness and the box-ticking diagnoses of cognitive therapy. Without the written case, individual histories cannot be shared and all that’s left are brief assessments, research-findings and methods learned from manuals.
Not that psychoanalysis emerges here as a redemptive cure. In fact, Grosz’s stories reveal both the strengths and weaknesses of his profession. The most obvious problem of sitting (or lying) in a room with a therapist and talking (or lying) about yourself is that there can be neither corroboration, nor contradiction, of the account you provide.
I’m not sure whether Grosz is being ironically self-aware when he describes the reasons men see prostitutes, for example, or whether his next remark is itself a kind of Freudian slip. “Of course, prostitution is a monetary transaction and this inspires fantasy,” he writes. Well, psychoanalysis is also a monetary transaction and it, too, can inspire fantasy.
The job of a good analyst is — of course — to observe the contradictions in any account and to help the patient to observe them too. Patient and therapist have entered into an agreement and a relationship. In this way, the patient may emerge from the cocoon of subjectivity to cope better with the real world. But the lack of any witness-check in psychoanalysis is further exposed when a case history is turned into a published story. Because now there are three people in the room: patient, therapist and reader. What if the reader disagrees with an interpretation?
“Emily’s parents had made her the problem so that they did not have to deal with problems of their own,” Grosz writes at the end of one brilliant and touching story. While reading it, his analysis struck me as the result of convincing psychological detective work. But that’s because I was reading it more like fiction, assuming the author’s knowledge of his characters. In reality, an analyst cannot achieve such authority. Although Grosz had spent a long time with Emily, the only evidence he gives of her parents’ problems is a few brief exchanges. Maybe he was right about them, maybe he wasn’t. There’s no way to tell.
That’s an inherent doubt which applies to any one-on-one interview or investigation, therapeutic or otherwise. It does not detract from the good-humored wisdom of these stories, or the case they implicitly make for the value of the psychoanalytic encounter. Indeed, Grosz dedicates a chapter to the illusion of any definitive conclusion. “My experience is that closure is an extraordinarily compelling fantasy of mourning,” he writes. “It is the fiction that we can love, lose, suffer and then do something to permanently end our sorrow.”
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