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IF YOU CAN’T TRUST YOUR MOTHER, WHO CAN YOU TRUST? IF YOU CAN’T TRUST YOUR MOTHER, WHO CAN YOU TRUST? Soul Murder, Psychoanalysis, and Creativity Leonard Shengold Some of the material in this book was published before in Soul Murder (1989), Father, Don’t You See I’m Burning (1991), Delusions of Everyday Life (1995), and Soul Murder Revisited (1999), all published by Yale University Press and reprinted with kind permission of the publishers. An earlier version of Chapter Six originally appeared in Is There Life Without Mother? (2000), published by Analytic Press and reproduced here with kind permission of Taylor & Francis, and a version of Chapter Two appeared in Halo in the Sky (1988), published by the Guilford Press and reprinted with kind permission of the publishers. First published in 2013 by Karnac Books Ltd 118 Finchley Road London NW3 5HT Copyright © 2013 Leonard Shengold The right of Leonard Shengold to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with §§ 77 and 78 of the Copyright Design and Patents Act 1988. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the publisher. British Library Cataloguing in Publication Data A C.I.P. for this book is available from the British Library ISBN-13: 978-1-78049-109-7 Typeset by V Publishing Solutions Pvt Ltd., Chennai, India Printed in Great Britain www.karnacbooks.com I dedicate this book to Margaret, Larry, Laurie, Nina, David, Jeffrey, Maya, and Marc CONTENTS EPIGRAPHS ix ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS AND EXPLANATIONS xi PART ONE CHAPTER ONE Kaspar Hauser and soul murder 3 CHAPTER TWO A note on soul murder 37 CHAPTER THREE Dickens, Little Dorrit, and soul murder 43 CHAPTER FOUR Haunted by parents: Samuel Butler 71 vii viii CONTENTS CHAPTER FIVE Swinburne—a child who wanted to be beaten 97 PART TWO CHAPTER SIX Jules Renard: soul murder in life and literature 121 CHAPTER SEVEN Kipling, his early life and work—an attempt at soul murder 141 CHAPTER EIGHT E. M. Forster 185 CHAPTER NINE Elizabeth Bishop: the moth and the mother 197 CHAPTER TEN King Lear and the multiple meanings of “nothing” 219 CHAPTER ELEVEN Clinical example of becoming able to transcend (but not eliminate) being haunted by parents 231 CHAPTER TWELVE Child abuse and deprivation: soul murder 235 NOTES 251 REFERENCES 293 INDEX 307 EPIGRAPHS Indeed, like those plants that bifurcate as they grow, side by side with the sensitive boy which was all that I had been, there was now a man of the opposite sort, full of common sense, of severity towards the morbid sensibility of others, a man resembling what my parents had been to me. No doubt, as each of us is obliged to continue in himself the life of his forebears, the balanced, cynical man who did not exist in me at the start had joined forces with the sensitive one, and it was natural that I should become in my turn what my parents had been to me. What is more, at the moment when this new personality took shape in me, he found his language ready made in the memory of the speeches, ironical and scolding, that had been addressed to me, that I must now address to other people, and which came so naturally to my lips, whether I evoked them by mimicry and association of memories, or because the delicate and mysterious enchantments of the reproductive power had traced in me unawares, as upon the leaf of a plant, the same intonations, the same gestures, the same attitudes as had been adopted by the people from whom I sprang. For sometimes, as I was playing the wise counselor in conversation, I seemed to be listening to my grandmother; had it not, moreover, occurred to my mother (so many unconscious currents inflected everything in me down to the tiniest movements of my fingers ix

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