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Friday, April 10, 2020

The Boston Tea Party was About Self-Government, Not No-Government




In the United States, we had a Tea Party because we were objecting to a government that was taxing us without representation.  This began a battle that became a war that became a question – is self-government possible? 

Plato wrote about the City State in the Republic and suggested that the order of the citizens soul should be modeled on the organization of the ideal state, and the state, in turn, should be ruled by the citizen who most closely resembled the ideal State. 

Freud was much more realistic.  He, too, believed that civilization would mirror the person, but the people that he knew intimately were complicated critters who were driven by very basic biological needs that could, at best, be diverted to higher purposes.  When this happens, it is for the good of all, but the individual does not get all that he would, especially if he were strongest.

In order for the individual (or the state) to function optimally when working in a civilized context, it must divide against itself.  This is where Freud's ego versus the id emerges.  And it is where a governing body that "rules" over the population comes in.  When the ego simply capitulates to the id, or the governing body does not exercise restraint, chaos ensues.

We are blessed to have governor in Ohio who is pre-tea party Republican.  He believes, unlike our president, that the executive’s job is to govern.  Every day during this crisis, Mike DeWine takes the podium at 2:00.  In calm tones and with an interpreter for the deaf, he describes what steps have been taken by his government and by the people of his state to address the Corona Virus situation.

Today he noted the manufacturers that have been able to shift on relatively short notice to produce products that are needed in our state and elsewhere to address the pandemic.  He highlighted the start of production today of face masks that will be produced at the rate of 5,000 per day by a company that had been working to produce unrelated products.

He then went on to proclaim – in understated and sober terms – that we are doing much better than the predictions had suggested that we might.  He gave the credit for this to the people of the state of Ohio who have engaged much more aggressively in social distancing than those who came up with the models had expected that they would.  He cautioned us that we need to continue doing this for the foreseeable future, but he also let us know that his staff was beginning to work on plans for how we get from here to a state of normalcy when that can occur.

He spoke genuinely, forthrightly and from the heart.  He could have taken credit for how well have done.  In one poll, his leadership of Ohio led him to be rated the best governor in responding to the crisis.  But he genuinely thanked the people of Ohio for taking this situation seriously.  Later in day, the President read from a script thanking the American people, but his insincerity was tangible.

This Republican governor harks back to a time before the tea party hijacked the party.  He represents a politics as the act of governing – of slowing and modulating the energy of the state so that the state as a whole functions optimally.  This requires sacrifice on the part of individuals.  And, when this sacrifice is shared, there is a sense of shared ownership of the outcome.

It also relies on the individuals to police themselves.  In an earlier talk, the governor, when asked by a reporter whether police would pull people over to give them tickets for disobeying the law, the governor said that laws have always served an educative function.  They tell us what is right or wrong.  Thankfully we generally choose to obey the law.

Meanwhile, the President, as he often is, was late to deliver his daily address.  In his daily addresses, he has blamed others for his failings and provided false solace.  He has downplayed the threat rather than acknowledging it.  He has undermined the role of government in governing in this crisis and throughout his presidency.  He has actively worked to dismantle the agencies that would limit our functioning.

Our governor is justifiably proud of the citizens who have engaged in self-restraint.  I heard a French psychoanalysis express similar pride (and not a little disbelief) at the French self-restraint, noting this is not considered a national trait.  But it was Jacque Rousseau who called attention to the need for a social contract, and our founding fathers heeded that call.  We choose to be citizens.  And we restrain ourselves because it is in our best interests to work together – not at cross purposes. 

This president appeals to our darker angels.  He appeals to our belief that our unchecked actions will bring us greater reward.  This is true in the very short term.  And certainly if one has the levers of power at his disposal, one can use them to his own benefit.  But should those who have been promised they will be used for them experience themselves as being disenfranchised and not helped, they will not restrain themselves – and there will be hell to pay for anyone who has disillusioned them.  And this president has disillusioned those who have had faith in him. 

Trump, ironically, embodies the unconstrained Freudian human.  He acts out of self-interest alone.  Those who would also act without restraint – who would make the world according to their own desires – have identified with him and felt he was their champion. 

Freud maintained that following the rule of law was the first pre-requisite to civilization.  Trump’s ability to flout legislative law has emboldened him to believe that he can flout the laws of nature.  He disregards advice from those who have studied those laws. 

In flouting legislative law, Trump has been able to count on political power to keep the legislators from enforcing their own laws.  He imagines himself to be able to hold the same sway over natural law, but in this he is proving to be sadly mistaken.

Unfortunately we are all paying for his hubris.  This is in the process of becoming a national tragedy.   




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Saturday, April 4, 2020

Bong's Parasite is a Rich Psychoanalytic Meal.

The Reluctant Co-Teacher and I chose Parasite for our Reading Freud class to watch together and discuss.  Actually, the class chose it from a short list we provided.  Few of them had seen it, and they were curious.   In our post-Covid-19 pandemic social isolation world with regular classes shut down, twenty one of us met by Zoom to discuss the film.  The students are writing a term paper due in two weeks that will be based on a work of literature or art of their choosing and the paper will require them to interpret that work from a psychoanalytic perspective.  Thus they were invested in seeing how our reading of Freud this semester would translate into interpreting this film.
The movie poster

We nominated Parasite because it is a timely film about the relationship between the rich (the 1%) and the poor.  While set in South Korea and steeped in the South Korean vernacular, it’s resonance transcends that particular place and speaks to us on the levels of Nations (e.g., the U.S. use of “parasitic” Asian, Latin American, and African nations to provide cheap labor), other cultures (e.g., the U.S. one per cent’s use of cheap domestic labor – labor that becomes essential during the era of Covid-19, raising the question, as this film does, of who is dependent on whom), but also, I think, of the individual – with questions about whether our conscious selves (the 1% of our functional selves) are the dominant or perhaps a parasitic outgrowth of our much larger (and ceaselessly working) unconscious selves.

I had seen the film earlier and was certain that the universality of the theme was part of what made this superbly written, acted and directed film the Oscar winner for best picture.  I also wondered whether its ability to humanize those who can be seen as inhuman was seen by the Academy as a feat worth recognizing.  The movie humanizes the servant class of South Korea who are inhuman to the 1% there – but it also humanizes the South Korean culture and the individuals in the film.  South Korea has one of many Asian cultures that are often indistinguishable and frequently denigrated individually and collectively by a U.S. audience.  The characters in this movie are deeply likeable, each in their own quirky approach to the world.

A word of orientation here before I describe the film.  In Korea, family names precede individual names.  This film is primarily about two families – the Kim family and the Park family.

The Kims folding pizza boxes.


The film begins with our hero, Kim Ki-Woo (Choi Woo- Shik), searching for a free Wi-Fi in the Kim’s half underground apartment.  The internet they have been stealing from a neighbor is now password protected.  He and his sister, Kim Ki-Jung (Park So-dam) discover an unprotected Wi-Fi above the toilet, which is near the ceiling and this allows them to discover that they can make some money by folding boxes for a local pizza delivery business.  They join their father, Kim Kai-Taek (Song Kang-ho) and mother, Park Chung Sook (Jang Hye-jin) in this business to earn enough cash to keep their family afloat.

The Kim Father inspects the Scholar's Rock
As the family is gathered for dinner, looking at the street at eye level, a drunken man in the street begins peeing and, as he staggers, he starts peeing into the Kim home.  The Kim mother restrains the Kim father who would confront the drunk, but just then, the Kim son’s friend Min-hyuk shows up, confronts the drunk – and the mother notes that he has vigor.  Min gives the son a scholar’s rock, which promises to bring wealth to the owner.  He then goes out for a drink of soda with the son and tells him that he is taking time to study abroad and so wants the son to tutor the daughter of a rich family that he has been tutoring.  Min thinks the Kim’s son is smarter than his friends at the University, plus he trusts that Ki-Woo won’t steal the girl away.  Min wants to woo her for himself when he returns from his time away. 

Ki-Woo wants this job, but is not qualified because he is not a University student.  Min reassures Ki-Woo that the mother is simple and there won’t be any problems.  Ki-Woo recruits his sister, who has artistic aptitude, to create University documents and he shows up at the Park’s house to apply to be the tutor.

The Park’s house could not be more different than the Kim home.  It is the house that an architect, Nangoong, designed for himself.  It is a modern architecture style home with very clean lines, lots of open space in the house, and the focal point of the home is a spacious private yard that backs up to a forest on the side of a mountain.  The contrast with the view from the basement window of the Kim’s could not be more stark.
The Park Parents
  
The Park family is, as one of the student’s in class pointed out, a double of the Kim family.  Nominally headed by a CEO of an large electronics firm, Park Dong-ik (Lee Sun-Kyun); the household is, in fact under the management of the “simple” and quite anxious Choi Yeon-gyo (Cho Yeo-jeong), who is responsible for the educations of her high school aged daughter Park Da-hye (Jung Ji-so), and her rambunctious, spoiled and traumatized elementary aged son Park Da-song (Jung Hyeon-jun).

Yeon-gyo hires Ki-Woo based largely on Min’s recommendation, decides to call him Kevin, but also lets him know that she is worried about her son and thinks he needs an art tutor.  Ki-Woo hatches a plan on the spot and recommends his cousin’s friend “Jessica”, in actuality his sister, to teach art to the son.  Yeon-gyo dutifully hires Jessica, who pretends not to know Ki-Woo/Kevin and both Kevin and Jessica boss their wards around, and, while Jessica bosses the Park mother around, Kevin begins to have an affair with the Park's daughter.

When the chauffeur drives Jessica home and tries to put the moves on her, Jessica intentionally leaves her panties in the car.  When the Park father discovers them, he fires the chauffeur assuming that he has had sex in the car with a wanton woman, and Jessica is able to recommend her father as a driver by pretending that he has been a chauffeur for a family that has moved to the US.  Once the father is hired, the family schemes together to get the housekeeper fired by exploiting her allergy to peaches and making her appear to have TB instead, and they get the Kim mother hired, through a sham high end placement agency they concoct, as the new housekeeper - all of them now pretending, on the job, not to know each other.

The old housekeeper and husband.
So, we now have two parallel families sharing the same austere space.  When the Parks head to a weekend holiday at a camp ground to celebrate their young son’s birthday, the Kim’s take over the house and have a wild and decadent party.  The party is interrupted by the return of the old housekeeper, who reveals a hidden subbasement that her husband, who has been hiding from loan sharks for a decade, lives in.  She is at the mercy of the new housekeeper, until she discovers that the new caretakers are all from the same family and have been scamming the Parks.  She threatens to send the Parks the incriminating video she has made on her phone, gaining power over the Kims, until the Parks call to say that they are returning from the camping trip because they have been rained out – and panic ensues as the Kims try to restore some semblance of order to the house and hide so that the Parks don’t know what has been going on.

When the Parks do return, the parents end up spending the night in the living room on the couch to keep an eye on their son, who has decided to camp out in the yard to finish his birthday camp out – meanwhile the Kims are hiding under the living room coffee table.  As the Parks get frisky on the couch, the Kims try to remain silent, though the Kim’s son is texting with the Parks daughter who is upstairs.

Somehow the Kims sneak out and walk through the continuing deluge down, down, down a series of stairs, beautifully filmed, to arrive at their home, which is flooded.  After saving their most important possessions, they end up in a shelter with their neighbors.  The father announces to the son that he has a plan – it is the son who has been planning all the hijinx to this point – and, when pressed, the father acknowledges that his plan is no plan because plans always fail.  Look around, he says to the son, did any of these people plan to be in this shelter tonight?

The next morning, the three Kims in the shelter are summoned to a replacement birthday party for the Park’s son which the Park’s mother is in the process of whipping up at the last minute.  This party allows the film to reach its climax.  The bedraggled Kims are each to play a role in the celebration, the old housekeeper’s father makes an appearance – violent chaos ensues – and then there is a quiet reflection on what has taken place.

The Reluctant Co-Teacher and I set the frame for the discussion of this film by noting that we both saw the economic distance between the two families as a central motif.  We also noted that the house itself, in addition to the many interesting human characters, played a central role in the film and deserved to be understood as a character in its own right. And we opened the class for discussion.

Hollywood Squares: Original Zoom.
If you have been in a Zoom space with twenty people, it is a tough place to have a conversation.  Some of us were outside, some inside.  We were probably in five or eight states.  People kept their mikes muted so that background noise didn’t interfere with the class and/or to prevent feedback loops, so it was hard to have spontaneous conversations.  A few brave souls offered ideas about themes that were important to attend to in the film and, generally, the Reluctant Co-Teacher and I would respond to them, frequently riffing with them about that theme or perspective.  After a bit, I began calling on people and asking them for a contribution. 

The Brady Bunch: More Zoom
A conversation about a film or a book or a work of art, unlike a lecture or a formal paper, meanders.  Themes emerge, are discussed, then another theme emerges, and, maybe much later, an earlier theme remerges and is seen in a new light.  The discreet process that emerged as the result of the Zoom organization of the class (if you haven’t used Zoom, one of the ways that people’s pictures are organized is a little like the old television show Hollywood Squares, or the introduction to the show The Brady Bunch.  Unlike both of those, the placement of the people is random –they aren’t in a space where they can relate to each other by looking in the direction of the speaker – they can only look at the screen where everyone is).  So this conversation was more like a patch work quilt than a stream or a river.  Ideas would emerge, be worked over, and then we would move onto the next.

And what a lot of ideas there were!  Both the film and the students proved to have a wealth of ideas that were worth considering.  Many of the ideas that emerged were simply acknowledged as being worth pursuing rather than being pursued.  For instance, one of the thoughts of a student was about the Oedipal configuration of the Kim family.  In our brief conversation about that, we focused on the relationship between the Kim father and son, but noted that, during the meal the Kims ate at the Park’s house, a fight erupted between the Kim father and mother.  It was scary – to the Kim children and to us as viewers.  But the parents were able to resolve it with humor – even though real issues seem to have erupted between them.  So, rather than exploring this perspective in detail, we noted that it could be a topic, in itself, for a paper.  (In fact, as I am thinking now, the topic of food and family meals in the movie could be an interesting psychoanalytically discussed angle on the film.)

Similarly, the doubling of the families was noted by another student to be a fruitful avenue into understanding the structure of the film.  This Freudian concept was articulated in his essay On the Uncanny.  In particular, she noted that the Kims were struck by the Parks – they thought about them a great deal, but the Parks had very little interest or awareness of the Kims or people of their ilk.  The exception to this was the Park’s imagining that the woman that their first chauffeur had (supposedly) seduced and had sex in their car with was a drug user – and remembering this and imagining themselves to be dirty like the drug using hussy heightened their own sexual arousal.

This led us to talk about the ways in which the disavowed underclass is seen as having more powerful sexual desires and a more interesting sexual life than the master group that exerts control across cultures and times.  This clearly has implications about the functioning of the minds of the 1% and of the rest of the culture - especially as filtered through those minds and as they imagine (project their disavowed desires onto) each other.

Another student noted the sensual qualities of the movie – and the importance of the body in understanding the experience of the characters.  This led us to focus on the sense of smell.  The Park’s son – in another exception to the rule that the Parks were not curious about the Kims – noticed that the Kims all smelled alike.  They could not wash off the smell of the basement – though they thought they could change this by using different detergents to give each of them a different smell off.  But the Park father, who wanted the servants to stay on their side of the line, noticed that their smells transgressed that line and that those smells were not the smells of a particular family, but of a class of people.  Ultimately, it was the Park father’s disgust at the smell of those from the underground that led to his demise (I am avoiding specifics here to avoid spoiling the film – if you have seen it, you will know what we were referring to here).

Another student characterized the film as a dream, noting that the role of the servants was to help keep the Parks asleep.  Allowing the Parks to remain unaware of how much effort was required to keep their lives “simple”.  This led us to note how unstable this situation was – how the movie/dream kept reeling towards revealing all of the shenanigans supporting the Park's blissful unawareness, and this was related to the issues of the class differences that were highlighted at the beginning.  We talked about a Marxist revolution that might be lying right under the surface of our current apparent economic well-being, but also noted that the strife between the Kims and the old housekeeper and her family did not bode well for the unity of the servant class against the lording class.
Stairs between classes.

Yet another student was taken with the beauty of the images of the steps that connected the place where the Parks lived with the place where the Kims lived.  We wondered about the stairs as a metaphor – for instance for the idea of education – an education that was not perhaps economically available to Ki-woo – as a connector between the classes – one that presumably would lift those from the lower classes to the higher classes.  This was certainly Ki-woo’s fantasy at the end of the film, but it had the quality of a fantasy that was unrealizable and we talked about how the US’s class system, which used to use education as a leveler, is increasingly making higher education available to those with a background that requires support – so our class system is becoming more impermeable.

This led the Reluctant Co-Teacher to reflect on the different physical levels represented in the movie - with the upstairs - the private part of the home, serving as a place from which to spy on what was going on downstairs.  Meanwhile there was a total lack of awareness of what was going on in the subbasement.  But there were also levels that were created by the tables - with the Parks above the table while the Kims cowered beneath it, listening to them having sex.

This leads, now I realize that my mind is reorganizing the patchwork of the class into a flow, to an observation about the symbolism of water, rain, flooding and sewage.  The Parks, as representatives of both wealth and consciousness, are able to remain high and dry – while the unconscious and the poor are saturated with the visceral qualities of water – not as a shower, but a deluge, and one that carries with it the waste of everyone higher.  At one point in the rainstorm, the Kim’s toilet was repeatedly vomiting black waste into the already flooded space.  The Kim's daughter, "Jessica", nonchalantly closed the toilet, and climbed on top of it as the black waste now spit sideways out from under the seat.  A brilliant image of managing the traumatic material that shoots up from below – whether that is the sewers or the unconscious.

And this, in turn, was related to an observation about trauma in the movie.  The Park’s son had been traumatized on an earlier birthday when he saw a ghost emerging from the basement.  Of course, this was the housekeeper’s husband who was sneaking upstairs to get some food.  We talked about this as the return of the repressed, another Freudian idea that could be used to organize this film.  Especially as that relates to the party at the end, which the Park mother imagined as a reparative party – the "trauma recovery party" – that turns into the trauma to end all traumas with the reappearance of the old housekeepers husband.  There seemed to be a powerful moral lesson – a function of the superego – that would have emerged from following this trail to its logical conclusion.

I could go on – there were other useful avenues into exploring the meanings of this dense and horrifying (the Reluctant Co-Teacher pointed out that it used many horror film tropes in its construction) and funny and lovely and loving film.  The poignant ending, with the lovely fantasy that would allow Ki-woo’s father to be repatriated with what was left of his family, provides a hopeful option for what is largely a tragic masterpiece, and the role of hope in surviving horror could be another avenue into this work.  As I think about it, as a tragedy of the lower class, this is not so much about the discovery of one's own abilities to escape the fates as it is about the discovery of the limited ability of cunning and guile to help individual's escape the cage of their social class.

The array of possible entry points – lifting the curtain and peaking in – maybe taking a few steps inside – mirrors my experience of writing as the Reluctant Psychoanalyst.  The post that I create on any given day is the result of the mixture of the work I am writing about, which dominates, I think, and my own personal context – the person that I bring to that work on that day, including the particular analytic perspective that I take on the work.  On another day, I would enter the work in a different way.  On a few occasions I have found, after a post has been up for a few days, that a different entry point tugs at my sleeve and I write a second take on it.  Asymmetry is a recent example where I took a first pass and then a different second pass.

I hope the class learned, as I have, that there are many analytic understandings of any work of art.  My hope in writing a post is not to provide a definitive take, but a preliminary one, one that will, I hope, stimulate the reader to share a point of view, but also to use what I have to offer as a point from which to launch into novel and idiosyncratic perspectives that are their own.  The joy of applied psychoanalysis, whether in the consulting room, on the web, or in the classroom (now redundant with being on the web) is that there is a simultaneous meeting of minds – moments of intersection and shared understanding – mixed with moments of private appreciation – private moments that are able to arise because of a relational, emotional, and ideational context that supports them.  We are able to appreciate that we live in a world with others that can understand and connect with us, and that we live in the world that is also very much our own private universe.



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Saturday, March 28, 2020

Covid-19 and Hans Selye’s General Adaptation Syndrome

Hans Selye's General Adaptation Syndrome



This posting is about the psychological response to the Covid-19 situation.  I am using Selye’s General Adaptation Syndrome to talk about our psychological response to the world being suddenly a different place – I don’t know enough about virus response to even know if Selye’s Syndrome applies to Covid-19 itself.

Selye’s General Adaptation or Stress Response Syndrome was originally created to describe how the body’s immune system reacts to invaders like viruses and germs that are attacking it.  It has been adapted for use to describe psychological response to stress as well. 

Walt Menninger pulled out an article he had written where he had changed the terms and called it the “morale response curve” when I arrived for a Post-Doc at the Menninger clinic.  He predicted that our morale would slump as we tried to find our way around town and get used to the routine at the clinic.  I was actually pretty jazzed about being there, and Topeka isn’t too hard to navigate, so I didn’t find it all that useful at that time.

But it does seem applicable to my own current experience, that of my students, and of my patients, at least as I can ascertain so far, as we adjust to social distancing and the specter of a pandemic and its economic and social consequences. 

Selye suggested that, when we are faced with a challenge, our immune system is essentially shocked by that.  In the immediate wake of the shock, we are less capable of dealing with things than we were before the shock.  Our antibodies are a bit knocked off their pins.

I think this has happened to us psychologically on two levels with Covid-19.  One is existential.  I reported on my experience a week or so ago (though it seems much longer ago than that).  There is the sense that the world will be a different place.  And the anxiety associated with that leads to our ruminating about all that will happen and that is one level of stress.

The second level is that everything is different.  We are no longer going to work.  We have five adults living in our house together where only two weeks ago we had three (our oldest daughter is taking a gap year and saving money by living at home).  I keep think there is somewhere that I’ve got to be, but if there is, it is generally on a screen.

Mark Solms has taken the position that what Freud meant by the unconscious included routines that we have learned to deal with stuff – and these are learned and deployed unconsciously – in part because they are learned as procedures and stored in procedural memory – which is the memory where we store the ability to ride a bike.  This stuff takes a long time to learn, but once learned, it stays around for a long time.

Solms maintains that the reason for this is that it is very expensive to do things consciously – it requires a lot of energy and a lot of things are always competing for our consciousness.  So we have to prioritize – what do we want to think of now?  And now?  And now?  Better to just have most stuff running on the back burner – to trot out a routine to deal with and do the stuff unconsciously.

Well, we have had to do a lot of things consciously lately.  We have had to figure out how to have meetings with our clients by phone, and to figure out the legalities of that.  We have had to figure out how to have discussion classes by Zoom – easy with a class of eight – not so much when there are twenty people in a virtual room.  And we have had to figure out how to unpack our groceries without contaminating our homes.

So we are tired.  We have been expending a lot of energy dealing with the big questions and addressing a hundred tiny details – and deciding which of those details are worth attending to and which we will let slide for a little while.

The nice thing about Selye’s curve is that he suggests that, once we recover from getting knocked back on our heels – we will actually improve our defensive functioning.  We will, in the world of illness, figure out how to fight the invading viruses or bacteria – and, in the world of psychology, figure out how to make those unusual processes become habitual – turn the conscious problem solving into unconscious procedures which will help the whole system hum. 

In fact, we will be better able to manage novel situations for having survived this one.  We will have discovered new tools and the system will be better prepared than it was before.

Well.  Isn’t that a happy thought?

But there are some nagging concerns.  Some people have taken the position that this will change the way we do things in fundamental ways.  On the macro scale – we are living in an era when epidemics are not a big deal.

Our local radio station ran a story that, in the eighteen hundreds, it was not unusual for there to be an epidemic – of typhus, or cholera, or influenza – every few years.  And often these would take 10 per cent of the population.  In the 1500s, as the Renaissance was swirling through Florence, so was the plague and twice during that one century the city lost half of its inhabitants – and continued to become the place that would produce some of the greatest art the world has ever known. 

But we don’t live in such an era.  Death is rare for us.  So is, at least for those of us who are doing well, economic hardship.  To practice social distancing will cause economic problems across the spectrum – though of course, those at the bottom of the scale will suffer more (though those at the top may scream louder about it).  Some are beginning to propose that we should not “flatten the curve”, but simply be done with it.  Take the huge losses and move on with our economy in tact.

If we don’t choose to do that – and I hope that we don’t – we will have thrown down a gauntlet.  We will be stating that human life is, indeed, quite valuable.  The cost per person saved will surely be calculated, and it will be very high.  And we will know – even if we later deny it – that this is an essential value that we share.

But there are smaller scale issues that will emerge as well.  For instance – a Psychology Today blogger has proposed that we will move to having all psychotherapy take place virtually.

Some of the therapists I work with like this idea.  There is less rigmarole about having to go out to the waiting room to get patients.  This feels more efficient.  And for patients, too.  They don’t have to drive across town to see their therapist.  Isn’t that more convenient?

But, no, some of my patients, students, and the biggest part of myself screams.  We need to be in a room together.  How are we going to feel our ways into each other’s lives if we can’t hear each other breathe?  If we don’t have the same shared world?   Especially in talk therapy – especially when we use a couch and there is very little eye contact, saying hello and goodbye becomes more, not less, critically important.

At least at the initial stages, for those of us who are not sick yet and who do not yet have family that have been severely affected, the biggest change is the social isolation of social distancing.  Will we find that we prefer this?  It sounds like an introvert's dream.  But my sense is that even those among us in whom the urge to be in contact with others beats more faintly will discover that the sound of that drum will increase as the time of our separation extends. 

I really do think absence makes the heart grow fonder.  Perhaps we will emerge from this a stronger, gentler and kinder group of humans.


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Other COVID posts:
I:       Apocalypse Now  my first posting on COVID-19.
II:      Midnight in Paris  is a jumping off point for more thinking about COVID.  (Also in Movies).
III:    Hans Selye and the Stress Response Syndrome.  COVID becomes more normal... for now.
VI:    Get back in that classroom  Paranoid ruminations.
VII:   Why Shutting Classes Makes Fiscal Sense A weak argument
XIII: Ennui
XIV. Where, Oh Where have my in-person students gone?  Split zoom classes in the age of COVID.
XVIII.    I miss my mask?
IXX.      Bo Burnham's Inside Commentary on the commenter.





   

Saturday, March 21, 2020

Rear Window: A Classic Film’s View of Our Time - Covid-19, Climate and all..




Alfred Hitchock’s Rear Window, with Jimmy Stewart and Grace Kelly is a classic.  If you haven’t seen it, do.  If you haven’t seen it recently, watch it again.  Hitchcock is the master of suspense, and this provides tons of it.

I showed this film recently in the Freud class with my friend, the Retiring Co-teacher.  We were a little concerned that the students would object to the slow pace, but they actually reveled in it.  One of the students commented that, if it were a contemporary film, there would have been all kinds of shockers happening and she kept expecting the tension to be relieved by one of the characters being killed.  Others commented that letting the tension build without a release was a much more effective means of engaging the viewer.  They were surprised to discover how rewarding a slow burn can be.

Hitchcock is rumored to have come by the desire to create suspense in others by an incident that occurred when he was young.  In one version of the story, a five year old Hitchcock committed some infraction at home and his father punished him by walking him down to the local police station, where he knew the Sergeant in charge and had him locked up.  Poor little Alfred didn't know how long he was going to be left there.  Even though it may not have been long (though in at least one version he was there overnight) it left an imprint.

Whether we label the feeling that Hitchcock felt at the hoosegow suspense or terror, he explored various versions of what he felt as a boy in a long series of excellent films.  In psychoanalytic parlance, he uses projective identification (meaning that he manipulates us into feeling his feelings - the way a baby crying helps us to feel the urgent need to do something) to communicate to us what he felt then.  And he is a master at doing that.

In Rear Window, we find Jimmy Stewart’s character, L.B. “Jeff” Jefferies, a daring photographer who is always on the road shooting wars and sporting events, laid up in his Greenwich Village apartment after he broke his leg getting the most dramatic shot at a race car accident.  He had to stand there and take the shot when any sensible person would have ducked and headed for cover.  Now confined to a wheelchair with a cast from hip to toe, by day he is waited on by his wisecracking insurance company nurse, Stella, (Thelma Ritter)  and by night by his beautiful, uptown girlfriend Lisa Fremont (Kelly).

In discussing the film, we noted that Jeff is considerably older than Lisa and holding her at arm’s length.  We wondered about the ways his broken leg is symbolic of a broken ability to move from being a little boy to being the kind of person who could sustain a romantic relationship with a beautiful and engaging woman.  My Retiring Co-Teacher noted that the scratching of the itch under the cast was very clearly an expression of masturbatory pleasure – the kind of pleasure that doesn’t involve others.  Jeff uses his derring-do lifestyle to distance himself from Lisa; offering it as evidence that they are not meant for each other.  She can take care of him as a maternal figure, but he maintains that she isn’t cut out for the dangers of the kind of life he leads.

Since we watched the film a couple of weeks ago, the world has imploded.  Our own derring-do and sense of autonomy has caused us to realize the Covid-19 threat, too late, we fear, to effectively socially isolate.  This also parallels our denial about the threats that our attacks on the environment have caused – and our lagging behind in addressing that complicated issue until, perhaps, it, too, is too late.  Holed up in our own apartments and homes, we are casting about for something to do. 

The view by day (above) and night (below)


Miss Torso
Jeff chooses to spend his newfound idle time looking out the rear window (hence the title).  There he discovers a panorama of wonders.  Directly across the courtyard is a woman he nicknames “Miss Torso”.  She is a dancer and has a bevy of men who, in Lisa’s eyes, are wolves to be fended off.  We wonder if Lisa’s attachment to Jeff is maybe not in spite of but because of his little boyness; his inability to step up to the plate may fit her desire to remain untouched.  A sculptress lives under Miss Torso, working on a modern piece with a hole in the middle she calls loneliness. To the right of Miss Torso is Thorwald (Raymond Burr) who, along with his invalid wife, will become the focus of Jeff’s interest.  Beneath them lives Miss Lonelyhearts, who goes on imaginary dates and one very scary real one with a man who tries to rape her.  At the top of the next apartment to the right a couple and their dog escape the heat by sleeping on the fire escape, and further around, we discover a tormented musician who is writing and playing lovely music.  For a bit of comic relief, to the left, we see a pair of honeymooners and the poor husband keeps getting called back for more long after he has been worn out.

 
The newlyweds get to work.
Stella is, at the beginning, no fan of Jeff’s voyeurism.  She tells him, "What people ought to do is get outside and look in for a change."  She thinks that Jeff is missing the boat by not being more attentive to Lisa and, I think, to his own internal state.  Lisa, too, is concerned.  It is uncomfortable to watch Lisa passionately kiss Jeff while he distractedly muses about what is going on outside the window. If we didn’t have a sense that he wasn’t mature enough to engage in a relationship, this image seems to starkly expose it.  We, the voyeurs at the moment, are left to wonder about his inability to connect with someone who so clearly is trying to connect with him.

The sleuthing team
It is only after Jeff’s theory that Thorwald has killed his invalid wife has enticed them that both Stella and Lisa are drawn into the voyeuristic thrill.  And this sets up the central conflict in the plot.  Jeff calls his buddy on the police force, a detective, to tell the cop about the strange goings-on that he is observing through his rear window.  His buddy comes over and checks it out – and does the gumshoe work to “prove” that everything over at Thorwald’s is on the up and up.  The evidence that the detective uses has to do with “checking out” the story of Thorwald’s missing wife.  She has left town – gone back to the family home, and her clothes have been sent up to her – and she signed for them when they were dropped off.

The Thorwalds across the way.

So, they should drop the matter.  I was convinced (and I had seen the film before).  But not Jeff – and most importantly, not the women.  Their intuition tells them that a woman would never leave without her jewels, and certainly not her wedding ring.  So Jeff joins the women – but I think as a little boy – in spying on Thorwald and learning more and more about them.  They are now all involved in Jeff's game – hiding behind the jumbo binoculars and the jumbo camera, watching the goings on across the way.

One thing that the whole neighborhood notices is when the couple who sleep on the fire escape find their dog, whom they lower in a basket to do his stuff, has had his neck broken.  The wife cries out to the neighborhood, questioning whether they actually care for each other or not.  She is distraught that someone must know what happened to her dog.  And everyone in the neighborhood that we know is visible from the rear window, hearing her, except for Thorwald – he is hiding in his apartment – with just the glow of his cigar letting us know that he is in there, listening.

Guilty – he must be.  But the girls need evidence.  They surmise that Thorwald didn’t like the dog sniffing around his flowers.  Yes, there is photographic evidence that one of his flowers got shorter!  He must have hidden something under the flower that the dog threatened to expose and so he must have killed the dog to keep his secret.

Who is going to go find out?  Jeff certainly can’t – so Lisa does.  She sneaks across and goes digging around, first with Stella, but when she climbs up the fire escape to Thorwald’s apartment, Jeff is in a panic.  He, perhaps for the first time, realizes, as Thorwald returns to the apartment and Lisa is trapped inside, that he cares for her.  He is deathly concerned for her well-being and he calls the cops so that they can come and arrest her for trespassing, which will get her out of there.

As we wait for the police to arrive, Stella notices that Miss Lonely Hearts is about to commit suicide.  Jeff, concerned about Lisa, cannot tear his eyes away from the now darkened apartment where Lisa, a woman of derring-do, not just a pretty face, is at the mercy of the murderer.  Jeff is now as scared for her as she would be for him were he in a war torn world.

In the essay where she coined the “Male Gaze”, Laura Mulvey used Rear Window and Freudian Theory to decode the phallocentric world that the movies – especially the movies of Hitchcock in the 1950s – reflected.  She states that we are invited into the male vision of the world and that looking at a woman is an interruption in that vision – it interrupts the diegesis, or narrative flow, of the film. 

I agree with a great deal of what Mulvey says, but think she doesn’t take two things into account.  One is the perspective of this particular viewer – this particular male gazer.  The other is the evolution of analytic thought – influenced in part by female analysts and critics who have helped us realize that the phallocentric view of Freud was (which would come as no surprise to the rational Freud) partly a defense and partly a culturally determined lacuna – a hole in the fabric of our understanding of human nature.  We - regardless of gender - are driven by the need to connect – to attach and to care and be cared for – as much or more than by a phallic need to dominate.  But when connection is seen as a weakness, when we feel emasculated by passivity, we blind ourselves to the strength of connection – and seek it only when we are in a passive, childlike state – a state like Jeff in a cast, or the state, Mulvey points out, we are in when we are viewing a movie in a theater.

Through the female lens (and in reality), the male is dominating.  His world is the one that is filled with bright, shiny and desirable objects and the way to join that world is to become one of those objects.  From the male lens, on the other hand, women are able to be in touch – with each other and with men.  And this is an unconsciously deeply desired state, but one that the male, in this case Jeff, cannot imagine having access to from what he imagines a mature masculine state to be – one that is filled with all of its derring-do and glorious autonomy.

Jeff’s solution is to become feminine.  Or more precisely, to become pre-masculine.  To become a child, who is cared for by others.  What unfolds in this scene is something entirely unexpected to Jeff - outside of his ken.  The maternal figure – the object of desire – is not just a passive critter, but someone who can take action – someone who is mature, autonomous – and able to connect with others.  Oh, my, what he had but didn’t know!

When she is arrested and the lights have come on, Lisa signals from across the way that she has the wedding ring, proving that the feminine hypothesis was right.  Unfortunately, Thorwald sees her give the signal, and figures out where she is sending it.  Stella heads out to bail out Lisa, and Jeff is left alone to face Thorwald. 

The last bit of the film is, then, a bit disappointing.  The effects that are used are dated at best.  But more centrally, this is not a coming of age film, but more like a tragedy.  Oh, (spoiler alert, as if I hadn’t spoiled it already…) it has a happy enough ending, but Jeff, instead of being liberated, becomes even more deeply crippled.

Miss Lonely Hearts
In so far as a film is a dream, it is the dream of the director first and foremost.  And in a dream, the dreamer's wishes are met.  The musician’s song, lovely thing that it is, saves Miss Lonely Hearts.  Miss Torso’s husband, short, goofy and much more interested in food that sex, comes home from the army to save her from the pack of wolves, the heavily exercised newlywed husband gets a much needed break from his labors, the fire escape sleepers get a new dog, and the sculptress takes a break from her work to lie in the sun, but Jeff is still holed up in his apartment, being cared for by doting women.

The musician and the director.
Hitchcock can’t figure out, even with all of his narrative skills and his talent, how to grow up.  He treats us – the audience – as kids, and we, passively and compliantly and with a great deal of pleasure, collude with him.  We sit, suspense-fully waiting, to see whether we are going to spend the night in jail.  And we are reassured, in the end, when we find out that everything will be OK.  When we, as we identify with Jeff, end up still cozy in our cared for position - safe in the cocoon we have come to call home.  Not out there in the scary world where you do bad things and go to prison.  We, too, are OK with Hitchcock’s dream – one in which the wish that is fulfilled is the wish to end up being a child again and still, safely because nominally phallically impotent, but because part of the larger culture, able to dominate and maintain the care of the watchful mommies.  

I think it is worth noting one of the reluctant students’ observations at this point.  Thorwald was a travelling salesman who sold costume jewelry – not the real thing.  This artist’s enclave in Greenwich village is filled with people spinning dreams – whether in music, by twirling in front of men, or in their own heads.  Thorwald, like the rest of the neighbors (and Hitchcock and the actors) deals in ephemera.  He also engages in a very real action – he kills his wife and distributes her body up and down the shores of the East River.  To become a man – to move out of the world of ephemera – is, in this universe, something that involves violence.  Thorwald’s position in essence is: Men make the tough decisions.  The invalid wife is not going to get any better and her constant needs and demands are unbearable.  I will find someone else (we discover after the fact that he did this), a woman who can be my accomplice, and we, together can execute a plan.

Thorwald, in the telling I'm proposing, represents authority.  This week, he represents the authorities who were, ironically, so slow to act that Covid-19 is now a pandemic.  The ones who didn’t recognize that the health of the herd comes before the profits of individuals.  And we, the masses, stay stuck to our screens, watching a terrible sequence of events unfold, powerless to do anything about it. 

Internationally, interestingly, it is a female voice, Greta Thunberg's, who has had the greatest impact in helping us realize that the health of the herd depends more on our climate than on corporate bottom lines.  In our state, it has been a female head of medicine who has helped a republican governor set the tone for the nation in taking the pandemic seriously.  We can be mature, capable of action, and engaged with each other.  Even when we are, we can also enjoy becoming children and being entertained – and when we do that, we are likely to be pulled back into a variety of infantile experiences – including being afraid and wanting to figure out what is going on out there – and it is up to as, as we leave and regain ourselves – to wake and think about what it has meant to be in that dream space – as Mulvey helped us do, but also, across time, we can become woke in new and more and more enriched ways.



For two other posts on Covid-19, link to Covid-19 despair and Midnight in Paris through the eyes of Covid-19.

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Sunday, March 15, 2020

Midnight in Paris as a portal to thinking about Covid-19…




On Friday, I was feeling quite existentially tested by the Corona virus.  Yesterday (Saturday) I picked up the Reluctant Son from school.  His school, like mine, is going virtual for the rest of the year, so we emptied his dorm room into the car and headed back home to a comfort meal of chicken and dumplings.  Then we watched an old favorite movie, Midnight in Paris, as more comfort.

Midnight in Paris is a complicated treat. It is a RomCom dominated by a break up and that has always complicated my emotional reaction to it – I don’t like relationships falling apart.  And of course there’s the complication of Woody Allen.

The reluctant stepdaughter helped with both dilemmas.  She pointed out that if we boycotted great art by cads, we would have a pretty meager supply of art to draw from.  And she noted that the role of the fiancée, Inez, is played as a despicable person by Rachel McAdams, who is, apparently, in real life, a lovely person, and I think I picked up on her loveliness in the early interplay between them.  Watching from the perspective of her being a bad apple helped me feel relief for Gil Pender (Owen Wilson) when he is able to give up on the character that she plays.

I won’t recap the film here – I have written about it before – but I think the moral of it is important.  Gil Pender – after travelling back to the Paris of the 20s – the Paris of Hemingway and the Surrealists, of Gertrude Stein and Pablo Picasso – and then travelling further back to the Paris of La Belle Epoque – the Paris of Degas, Gauguin, and Toulouse-Lautrec, realizes that our current world – the one we live in now – is the world that we belong in.

Well, that current world is very complicated.  We are living under a pall – we don’t know what will come of the Corona Virus.  We may already be infected.  We may have started to act too late.  It may also blow over.  Hopefully the actions we are taking to socially distance ourselves from each other will flatten the curve enough that if it continues to be a pandemic we can stay on top of it. 

Shutting down air travel, closing schools, and working from home, but also losing work – especially for those among us who are most vulnerable and least likely to be insured, brings to light a paradoxical truth.  We need each other to survive.  We are more connected than we have ever been.  We cannot get along without each other – we even need to count on each other not to have contact with each other in order to help prevent overwhelming the health care system.

Someone commented yesterday that if we had responded as quickly to the climate change threat, we would not be in such deep environmental difficulty as we are now.  I think the threat of environmental damage felt (and frankly feels) much less imminent.  The imminent threat has overcome our denial – and balanced out our reasonable fears about disrupting life as usual - and allowed us to act.  Not surprisingly, those actions have been discombobulating.

We have stopped the planes – as we did in the wake of 911.  We have shut down our schools and our sporting events.  Of course we are not completely there yet.  We checked online this morning, and our hot yoga class is not just still running – the wait list is full.  Putting 100 people shoulder to shoulder in a hot damp room to breathe deeply together for an hour is inconsistent with what we need now.  So is hoarding toilet paper and Purell.  Fortunately, E bay has stopped people from posting hoarded Purell at gouging level prices…

If we are to live in the world of the present, we are going to have to come to grips with the ways that the present is shifting.  Covid-19 is an unwanted opportunity to evaluate what we value and how we should go about achieving ends that are consistent with those values.  It is an opportunity to connect with each other – in the here and now- across the expanse of social distance – to metaphorically link arms at the present, and to concretely do that in the not too distant future – to work together on building a world that acknowledges our interdependency and the threats that creates.

Living in the present is a primary goal of psychoanalysis.  I rarely achieve it, though I think I do it more frequently as a result of having been analyzed.  Emergencies are a kind of shock analysis.  They drag us into the present moment. When I was in Topeka at the Menninger clinic, there were stories of the most ill patients at the hospital becoming much more organized in the wake of a huge tornado that ripped through town.  For two weeks, those patients, who generally needed round the clock care, worked to pick up debris and help restore some semblance of order.  After two weeks, and some some normalcy returning, they returned to their wards and needing to be cared for.

We have a lot to traverse in the coming weeks and months.  The silver lining is that this emergency may help us wake up.  One of the long term questions is whether we can stay woke.  

Midnight in Paris ends with a question.  The draw to the past - the wish to live in the world that we were never in - is the childlike wish of Gil Pender - and the loveliest woman of the twenties, Ariadne (Marion Cotillard), the woman who had been the lover of Modigiliani, Braque, Picasso and Hemingway.  She loved Gil Pender most of all, but she left him for the past.  She loved him (and I think we in the audience did as well) because of his naivete.  At the end of the film, he is planning to shed it, but is drawn to the woman who runs the nostalgia shop.  Can he, but more importantly, can we keep our naivete - our youthful enthusiasm - and confront the challenges of this increasingly complex world?  Can we keep from retreating into the comfort of nostalgia?  

I wonder.

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For other posts on COVID:
I:       Apocalypse Now  my first posting on COVID-19.
II:      Midnight in Paris  is a jumping off point for more thinking about COVID.  (Also in Movies).
III:    Hans Selye and the Stress Response Syndrome.  COVID becomes more normal... for now.
VI:    Get back in that classroom  Paranoid ruminations.
VII:   Why Shutting Classes Makes Fiscal Sense A weak argument
XIII: Ennui
XIV. Where, Oh Where have my in-person students gone?  Split zoom classes in the age of COVID.
XVIII.    I miss my mask?
IXX.      Bo Burnham's Inside Commentary on the commenter.








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