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...American mass media irresponsibly to trivialize urgent matters and to dwell on the trivial. Let me assure you that the question of the nature of mass social pathology, and the role of diagnosis in combatting it, have been of great concern to psychiatrists and others since before Sigmund Freud was kept under close house arrest by the Nazis...
...Sigmund Freud stars in a segment that seems adapted for Masterpiece Theater. Brownshirted Nazis burst into the Vienna apartment of the founder of psychoanalysis, growling about "rich dirty Jews." They are cowed by Frau Freud's response: "We're middle-class clean Jews. That is why I ask you to wipe your feet." The master's cures are just as brisk and effective, the ideal length for docudrama. "You don't want to die," Freud assures a patient, "you want to get back into your mother." From the couch comes the reply, "You're sure...
...Burgess's eyes, Freud is a Victorian Job, plagued by the doctrinal defections of Carl Jung, Otto Rank and his own daughter Anna. The therapist's love of cigars, which contribute to the carcinoma that kills him, is analyzed by Jung. The Swiss tells Freud's mother that Sigmund's smoking is "sheer devotion ... to you, gnadige Frau...
...earth in this third and most complete tale. Valentine Brodie, a jittery, lustful, heavy-drinking young "future fiction" writer, is to accompany a space ark populated by an elite, computer-selected group of scientists and thinkers. They have been chosen to carry civilization to the next world. Brodie, like Freud, is fond of cigars, panatellas called Solzhenitsyns. He is also fond of a fat, fast-talking actor named Willett. At a last dance high above the flooded streets of Manhattan, Brodie decides to go down with the earth: "Faces sweated in candleshine, bodies swung, turned, swayed ... To hell with that...
That description could serve the author of these tales as well. After blastoff, the fictional narrator who has combined the "televisualized" Freud, the tin-pan Trotsky and the Shakespearean Star Trek starts to muse. In the future, as in the past, he decides, only one question has real pertinence: What aspects of civilization are worth carrying on? One implicit answer: the ability to wring harmony from dissonance, to create a work of the imagination from disparate and unpromising materials. Example: The End of the World News, a trio made from the detritus of history and scifi...