Word: jungian
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...Shoes is the lesser of the two books in every way; fewer pages, less expensive, and less ambitious. Duncan has not so much created a metaphor as unleashed a myth from the collective subconscious of the American moviegoer. The post-Jungian archetype of Red Shoes is featured prominently on its cover: Dorothy's Ruby Slippers from the Wizard of Oz. As you will recall, the Ruby Slippers were both Dorothy's validation sticker into Oz and her ticket out, the tangible insignia of an intangible fantasy. Capitalizing on this inspiration, Duncan's are symbolically restricted to role-playing and fantasy...
...poshlost, as the Russians say, an overheated lunge toward the profound, to think of Casablanca in terms of deeper allegory. Still, it is hard to resist delving for Jungian archetypes, primal transactions of the kind that lurk in, say, the Oedipus story (Here's looking...
...Paris. The French painter he most admired, the surrealist André Masson, was set against the pre-eminently French virtues of lucidity, calm and mésure. An extraordinary number of strands are braided and involved in Pollock's work, from Indian sand painting to the theory of Jungian archetypes, from Zen calligraphy to El Greco, from American jazz and Western landscape to the doctrines of various occult religions...
...text of events that private myth, the personal subtext of events, had replaced. Down the wet streets of Cambridge Bell walked, but he walked, careless of time and of history, down into the fading gray all-nite movie theatre pool hall used car lot out front of Dreamland, a Jungian slide show punctuated by snatched conversations and bits of song, run by the Prince Emmanuel himself, down in the Prince Emmanuel's land. Dreamland...
...getting very excited, but not jumping into the fray," then Malcolm gives a solid boost to anyone who wants to be a meta-voyeur--someone to peep in on the bedroom and the first voyeur too. She falters only once, rambling through several pages of some sort of amateur Jungian explanation of Freud's motivations for giving a particular patient pseudonym. Except for this humorously obsessional bit of lay analysis, Malcolm has an intelligent authorial presence. Drawing from an obviously broad reading, within and without the field of psychoanalysis, her allusions are perceptive and occasionally brilliant. She never degenerates into...