Freud and what? Freud and whom?
Apologies to my analytic colleagues mitteleuropäischer
Prägung,
for this reference, which for the generation of Freud, Kraus, and the
Wiener Kreis, can only be obscure.
(Hopefully you all have Internet connections up there in the Beyond, and
can look it up). Fact is, back in
high school I read a little book called Freud or Jung, and actually
re-read it recently; it’s a zippy title and no mistake. So here’s ours: Freud and Lorne. But with “and” not “or” (which, in the
stern conception of Edward Glover, was exclusive-“or”
-- “or” sensu “aut”), since they are not incompatible. (By contrast, Glover compares Jung to
the fabled Duke of York, who marched his men to the top of the hill, then
marched them down again -- back into the swamps of shallow psychologizing.)
Anyhow. The
“Lorne” here, a.k.a. “The Host”,
is a denizen of the Buffyverse -- specifically the Angel Archipelago
thereof. He is an Empathy
Demon by trade, and he is green.
Very, very green. (As
someone well observed, it’s not easy being green.) He ran a karaoke bar on the series “Angel”. He was definitely an empathic
(possibly also a pathic, but set that aside). And yet, his was not the empathy of the treacly
touchy-feely sort, but rather what deserves to be accorded the title of Analytic Empathy.
To reach the penetralia of the psyche’s secrets, Freud first
tried hypnosis (under Breuer’s tutelage), then developed instead his own
methods, involving free-association by the patient, and
dream-interpretation. Lorne, too, has his own patented method
of seeing through the mists of mind and fate: that of tragoidoscopy
(we shall dub it), whereby the subject sings a song of his own choosing, at the
microphone, before the audience;
and Lorne, concentrating and frowning, intuits the soul.
One pleasing feature of this, in the context of our present
culture (don’t worry, Sigmund, Karl, et al.: you’re better off where you are)
is that it serves as an underhanded rebuff
to the American Idol cult of invidious gradings. For Lorne’s judgments, like Freud’s, are -- though
rigorous and unsparing -- non-judgmental
in a sense; certainly neither one
would stoop to “Sucky song.” or “What a sick dream.” A subject might be in good voice or bad, that was
nothing to the purpose of visualizing the state of his soul; the free-associating patient might come
out with “murder” or “vagina” or “cannibalism”, yet these were not to be judged
in isolation, but with reference to whence they came, and whither they might
lead.
(I initiated a partly-parodic, partly pataphysical series of
riffs on the analytic situation, here: Übertragung)
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