Here‘s something to start your week off, a long piece in NYT about the infamous Jung’s “red book”:
The book tells the story of Jung trying to face down his own demons as they emerged from the shadows. The results are humiliating, sometimes unsavory. In it, Jung travels the land of the dead, falls in love with a woman he later realizes is his sister, gets squeezed by a giant serpent and, in one terrifying moment, eats the liver of a little child. (“I swallow with desperate efforts — it is impossible — once again and once again — I almost faint — it is done.”) At one point, even the devil criticizes Jung as hateful.
Well, the story is long and interesting, but now that the book is finally coming out in October, you can judge for yourself. That is, of course, if you have an extra $195 laying around.
Now THAT is a book.
“I swallow with desperate efforts — it is impossible — once again and once again — I almost faint — it is done.”
A nice red wine sauce would help.