Word: freuds
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Even if Masson prevails, enough of what Malcolm said about him has been validated to brand him forever as a reckless egomaniac, philanderer and self- promoter who dared to impugn the integrity of Freud, the demigod of his former field. If Malcolm wins, it will be despite her readiness to alter facts in service of her vision of truth. She admitted cleaning up and clarifying Masson's prose, which is common journalistic practice. She also combined remarks made months apart, in different circumstances and on different coasts, into a single monologue -- which is not common practice at all. She felt...
...Britain is this Danish-British painter known, and only there is his influence felt. As a modern Realist, he energized younger British Modernists in the 1900s like Spencer Frederick Gore and Harold Gilman. You can still see his mark today, on the work of figurative artists like Lucian Freud, Frank Auerbach and even Francis Bacon. Sickert's "brown world" of rented rooms in Camden Town, with their plump, sweaty nudes, sprawled on iron bedsteads, dense and claustrophobic, runs into the younger painters', its solidly constructed Realism forming a bridge across the light turbulence of derivative avant- gardism in so much...
...droop, and grading habits relax. Try to get on the bottom of the pile.) Again, it is not that A.E.'s are vicious or ludicrous as such; but in quantity they become sheer madness. Or induce it. "The 20th century has never recovered from the effects of Marx and Freud." (V.G.); "But whether or not this is a good thing or a bad thing is difficult to say." (A.E.) Now one such might be droll enough. But by the dozen? This, the quantitative aspect of grading--we are, after all, getting $5 a head for you dolls and therefore pile...
Four weeks in Cambridge, and I have already learnt more about a person's crazed anatomy and multiple neuroses than was perhaps required. The induction started early, with one lecturer salivating over Freud and immersing his class in the symbolism of some gripping sexual depravities. Then, in casual wanderings around campus, deep Oedipal lusts drifted in and out of overheard conversation. Am I normal? Don't I partake of psychological trauma? By now the worries have settled in. Full neurosis must be around the corner...
...Sigmund Freud...