Although I love The Agony and the Ecstasy and Lust for Life, and found the Greek Treasure one of the best books I have ever read about Schliemann, this is still my favourite Irving Stone work. Like all of Stone's work, it is to be taken with a grain of salt (having subsequently read several biograhies of Freud, its is clear he was by no means the likeable figure he is presented as here). However, as a very readable account of the difficulties Freud had to go through to have his theories accepted, it has great merit, and its evocation of fin-de-siecle Vienna is very alluring. Perhaps lacking the whimsy and fluid style of The Agony and the Ecstasy (but then again its dealing with science, not art), but that doesnt detract from its worthiness. ( )

This fictionalized biography of Sigmund Freud managed to endear itself to me despite the fact that as fiction it’s stilted and verbose to the point of stultifying, nothing at all like Stone’s excellent The Agony and The Ecstasy. At least I got the sense that the author’s massive research was leaving me with a real biography of Freud. I had to wonder why the author just didn’t write a straight biography, then thought that he probably was so used to thinking of himself as a writer of fictionalized biographies that his novelistic method was the only way to go about it. But though as a novel this work is a flop, my interest in the subject kept me going, aided by taking several months to read the book as I occasionally switched off to more interesting titles. The dialog in this novel is not credible, with Freud speaking what suspiciously appears to be lengthy extracts from his published works, and most characters apparently trying to sum up the essence of their psychoanalytic theories in long-winded, paragraphic declamations. Overwhelming details ranging from the contents of Freud’s apartment to minutiae about what happened on various vacations is apparently intended to fully call forth the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries in Vienna, but there is just so much of it that you suspect the author simply failed to succinctly nail down the theater stage where his characters would walk.

A sense of drama finally emerges in the last hundred pages out of 823, as Jung splits away from Freud, rival psychoanalytic factions take root, World War I devastates the family finances, and mouth cancer introduces Freud to physical suffering and personal mortality. The last section on his refusal to leave Vienna in 1938 even amid Nazi occupation, changing his mind only when his own daughter is arrested, then fleeing to England, is quite interesting, but we don’t get any further information after Freud arrives in England. Is the author trying to leave an impression of escape from evil and arrival in a new land, and some sense of immortality? But the last year of his life, including his assisted death by morphine in September 1939, would seem to be worthy of inclusion, as it’s part of his character. ( )

Quite an enjoyably written story about the life of Sigmund Freud, and the creation of Psychoanalysis. A Good place to start in learning about Freud, and his view of the psyche. ( )

BIBLIOGRAPHY, GLOSSARY OF PSYCHOANALYTIC TERMS; THIS IS VIENNA