Stephen Grosz

The stories felt hit and miss, but some of them were really good. I found it helpful in that: you can point at some of the stories and say "oh this feels like me." And naming things is helpful.

Interesting account of the work of a preeminent psychotherapist and his patients stories. On one hand, nothing happens and it confirms my sense that therapy of this sort can offer very little to patients. On the other the little it does offer is quite a lot in many cases and different conscious states open realms of possibility.

The author opens himself up but only a small crack into his world. A professional distance seems to appear when he recounts his personal dimension.

Great writing about his therapeutic clients and practice, and aspects of the human condition, even if his quasi-medical psychoanalytic illusions sometimes peek through his essential humanity.

I think it says something that a few months after reading this I have absolutely no recollection of what I thought of its contents. I can't even remember a single story. *chagrined*