Robert Wilcocks

Had enough of Freud and the queer obsessions produced by his coke-addled brain?

Well, so has Wilcocks, who not only knocks Freud down in Round 1 but gives him a well-deserved kicking throughout the remainder.

This is written from the perspective of literary criticism, so if you're stuck in an English department whose faculty insist that every cigar is not just a cigar, be sure to pick up a copy and quote from it incessantly.