Spleen and Nostalgia: A Life and Work in Psychoanalysis

by John E. Gedo

Book Overview

In this intellectual memoir, Gedo paints a portrait of American psychoanalysis, its popular peak and its failure to face the complexity of its task, and thus its retreat to schismatic conflict.... This description may be from another edition of this product.

• Format: Hardcover
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0765700824
• ISBN13: 9780765700827
• Release Date: November 1997
• Publisher: Jason Aronson
• Length: 356 Pages
• Weight: 1.50 lbs.
• Dimensions: 1.0" x 6.3" x 9.3"

Customer Reviews

Engrossing slices of recent American psychoanalytic history.

-- Spleen and Nostalgia exemplifies the passionate and forthright approach of one of the most prolific living thinkers in the psychoanalytic field. The list of Gedo's books and articles runs to eight pages as an appendix to the book. John Gedo shares Freud's passion for the psychoanalytic field but does not romanticize it. Although psychoanalysis has many contributions to make, Gedo does not think it contains the central keys to unlocking our human universe. Throughout his long life in psychoanalysis, Gedo, like a few of his Chicago colleagues, has welcomed the contributions of advances in other fields such as biology, artistic creativity and systems theory. He never regarded psychoanalysis as embodying a boundless and exclusive world view and has viewed collaboration with colleagues from other disciplines as occurring on equal terms. Gedo sees his account as psychoanalytic both because it tries to speak the truth and because it proceeds in an associative manner. Any suspicion that analysts display far more than their share of hubris is vindicated in this memoir. His experience with the Chicago Psychoanalytic Institute from when he trained there (1956-1961) to the present time together with his involvement with the American Psychoanalytic Association brought him into contact with many other prominent psychoanalysts. In particular, Gedo explores his close relationship with Heinz Kohut in detail. Gedo emigrated from Hungary with his parents, arriving in the US in 1941. He found his analytic training at the Chicago Institute for Psychoanalysis during the golden age of psychoanalysis in the fifties to be mostly very pleasurable. Gedo was taught how to fight by his combative training analyst, Max Gitelson who became prominent in the politics of American psychoanalysis. Gedo describes his training in an engaging and detailed way, including his unhappy experiences in supervision with Joan Fleming who, as dean, was able to blackball Gedo for some years making Gedo an `internal exile'. This was partly because of his disposition which disapproved of the self-satisfied psychoanalytic community. His dissatisfaction with the scientific complacency and imperialism that he saw as endemic not only in the Chicago Institute but in American psychoanalysis in general meant that he did not fit well in an institute he likened to a papacy corrupted by worldly ambition, a charge he levelled at American psychoanalysis in general. The titles of two of the book's chapters, `Cosa Nostra' and `Machine Politics' convey the flavour of Gedo's view of American psychoanalysis, and the Chicago Institute in particular. Under George Pollock as director, in Gedo's view the Chicago Institute 'deteriorated into a political machine`. Unfortunately, he is not far off the mark. From my own research on American psychoanalysis (KirsnerUnfree Associations: Inside Psychoanalytic Institutes , Process Press, 1999). I can only confirm the accuracy of Ge

Spleen, Venom, and Hatred

John Gedo's latest work attempts to describe the causes of his isolation from the main currents of psychoanalysis, and from its centers of power. His writing also strives to argue for the primacy and intellectual supremacy of his own psychoanalytic "model" and techniques. The book ended up being one that evoked great pity and sadness in this reader. Gedo's writing became an endless litany of rageful arrogance---often against those very persons who had once helped him, as well as against colleagues and mentors long dead and unable to defend themselves. Very few of his professional acquaintances escape the wrath of his (seeming) narcissistic rage in this book. One of Dr. Gedo's last observations in the book was that one of his alleged remaining personal difficulties is that he is still too modest, unable to forcefully assert his own true worth. In the face of the ever-present grandiosity and haughtiness in this book's writing, Dr. Gedo's comment seems to reveal the tragic extent of a major limitation to his own self-awareness. I would rate the book a "7" as a Vanity-Fair level tabloid memoir, a "9" for provoking me to a good amount of introspection, for an overall rating of "8".

fascinating insider's look at the world of psychoanalysis

This book was great fun to read. Gedo is a marvelous writer, and has lived a most interesting life. The book is autobiographical, focusing primarily on his life as a psychoanalyst. He gives an insider's look at the Chicago psychoanalytic scene over a number of decades, with special emphasis on his conflicts with Heinz Kohut. As Gedo becomes better known, he travels more and more widely, so expecially in the later chapters there are many interesting stories about his encounters with psychoanalysts outside of Chicago, including ones living in France, Germany, Italy and various other countries. My biggest frustration was with Gedo's self-imposed limitation on discussions of theoretical matters. For instance, in his conflicts with Kohut one gets a wealth of fascinating details about the personal side of the conflict, but only very brief statements of the theoretical issues involved. Gedo is always careful to supply references, so an interested reader can certainly find and read the relevant books and articles. But for me it was frustrating, and this limitation on full discussion of theoretical issues makes Gedo's conflicts and struggles seem almost entirely a matter of a conflict of personalities, when in fact there were (as Gedo states) issues of great importance and interest involved. Although I have met some of the people that Gedo writes about (Heinz Kohut, for example), I really didn't know any of them well enough to be in a position to judge how fair and accurate his portrayals of them are. But they are never dull. Gedo came across to me as a brilliant, highly cultured, highly principled man, with high standards for himself and others, but also a man that many found quite difficult. I would have loved to have had the chance to meet him myself.