Conversations with People Who Hate Me – Dylan Marron Talks the Talk and Walks the Walk
Dr. Michele Baker is a graduate and psychoanalyst member of BPSI. Her remarks below originally appeared in the Fall-Winter 2017 issue of the BPSI Bulletin. My husband is a rabbi. He was raised Episcopalian and converted, so he is Jewish, but not exactly in the same way I am. He didn’t have Jewish grandparents who paid him to eat the three cardinal food groups: milk, eggs, and bananas. He didn’t go to Jewish summer camp. And he wasn’t raised to hate Germans. So of course, as the chaplain at a Jewish Senior Life housing facility, he thought it...
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Interviews with Nancy Chodorow and Jane Kite
Two of our members, Nancy Chodorow and Jane Kite, have recently given interviews to Robert Winer and Kerry L. Malawista for a publication in Who’s Behind the Couch? The Heart and Mind of the Psychoanalyst (Karnac, 2017). The book explores the analyst’s mind at work, not so much from a theoretical perspective, but rather from the complexities and richness inherent in every moment-to-moment clinical encounter. Other notable interviewees featured in the book are Stefano Bolognini, Richard Waugaman, Ilany Kogan, Rosemary Balsam, Joseph...
read moreBPSI Off the Couch: The Death of Stalin
Below are the remarks from the March 20, 2018 “Off the Couch” viewing of The Death of Stalin with Alistair McKnight, PsyaD, LMHC , Member of BPSI. “Off the Couch” is part of a decades-long collaboration between The Coolidge Cinema and BPSI. The one-liners fly as fast as political fortunes fall in this uproarious, wickedly irreverent satire from Armando Iannucci (Veep, In the Loop). Moscow, 1953: when tyrannical dictator Joseph Stalin drops dead, his parasitic cronies square off in a frantic power struggle to be the next Soviet leader. Among...
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The Imperfect is Our Paradise
The following piece was originally printed in the Fall/Winter 2017 edition of the BPSI Bulletin, which can be read here. She seems to hide in the white collar of her pink wool coat as she enters the office, head down, shoulders scrunched. A copy of Sylvia Plath poetry sticks out of her bag. Everything about her tells me she has not had a good night’s sleep. She probably hasn’t eaten either. I do not mention these things. Instead, I say a big hello and offer an equally big smile. “I read what you wrote,” I say. “That image of the train is...
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