Word: freudians
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Freudian expertise has long since reached down through the cocktail party into the children's playroom, but there are still enough happy, balanced, unsavvy five-year-olds around to justify this narrative lexicon of Freudian terms...
...more offensive than the looseness of her scholarship and style is her psychoanalytic approach to literature. In Miss Ward's hands, the dubious tool of Freudian literary analysis becomes simply gossip. "Just as he lost his fatrer," she writes, "at the age when he needed him most keenly, he found and then lost his mother again at the time of his sexual reawakening." (Keats was fifteen then: sexual reawakening?) Distasteful as that sort of thing is when it concerns Keats's personal life, it recovers at least to the level of patent silliness where literature is involved. "Though 'Calidore...
...serenity, and ads that suggest snob appeal fall flat. Italians, though they bred Gina and Sophia, are prudish about sex and seminudity. "We can't present a woman as a sex kitten," moans an adman in Italy, where the Maidenform girl is photographed modestly at home and forgoes Freudian dreams...
...Delvaux's work. In one canvas, a female nude walks through a garden past a group of fully clothed scholars, and, like the sad little figure in the ads entitled "In Philadelphia nearly everybody reads the Bulletin," is wholly ignored. And Delvaux's trains could be a Freudian symbol for the male sex drive or an occult reference to death. But Delvaux ignores all that sort of speculation. He paints trains, he says, probably because they remind him of happy trips he took during his childhood. As for his nudes, they are not live actors; they are "extras...
...human. He is an aging politician, she is his ambitious mistress. The script says they are in love but they obviously aren't. Nothing suggests that the most famous lovers of all time felt anything better than lust. What the hero calls love is a Freudian fixation, what the heroine calls love is a power complex. The motives of the central characters are confused and ultimately mean, and as a result their tragedy is befuddled and ultimately petty...