April 21, 1974 By  LIONEL TRILLING http://www.nytimes.com/books/97/09/21/reviews/jung-freud.html THE CORRESPONDENCE BETWEEN SIGMUND FREUD AND C.G. JUNG Edited by William McGuire. Translated by Ralph Manheim and R.F.C. Hull. The relationship between Sigmund Freud and C. G. Jung had its bright beginning in 1906 and  came to its embittered end in 1913.  Its disastrous course was charted by the many letters the two  men wrote each other.  Of these a few have been lost but there are 360 extant, of which 164 are  from Freud, 196 from Jung.  In 1970 the Freud and Jung families made the enlightened decision  that this correspondence was to be edited as a unit, and it is now published, simultaneously in  German and in English.  In no way does it disappoint the large expectation it has naturally  aroused.  Both as it bears upon the personal lives of the men between whom the letters passed  and upon the intellectual history of our epoch, it is a document of inestimable importance. In 1906 Freud was 50 years old, by no means an anonymous figure in psychiatry but far from  content with the acceptance that had so far been accorded his ideas.  Jung was 31, already well-established in his profession, second in command at the widely-known psychiatric hospital at  Zürich, the Burghölzli, whose chief was the redoubtable Eugen Bleuler.  The relationship began  with Jung’s sending Freud a copy of a volume of studies he had supervised in which the  importance of psychoanalysis was handsomely acknowledged.  Freud received the gift with  delight; actually, indeed, having heard how gratifying his name had figured in the book, he had  already bought a copy.  With his brief but fervent note of thanks the correspondence begins. For a time the two men exerted a powerful enchantment over each other.  Ernest Jones has told  us of the special appeal that Jung had for Freud because he was, with the exception of Jones  himself, the first non-Jewish disciple.  Freud saw him as his heir-apparent, the champion and  continuator of the new science; it was he who would bring to the understanding of the psychoses  the psychoanalytic concepts that Freud had derived from his work with the neuroses. But Jung’s place in Freud’s regard was not determined only by practical considerations.  Freud, as  we know, was exceptionally sensitive to the thought of growing old, and he delighted in this new  coadjutor who had youth and to spare, being not only young in fact but young by his very name,  and young (it seems clear) by virtue of his being Germanic and not Jewish.  Jung, for his part,  received from Freud the heady sense of having been chosen for a high destiny.  A family legend  had it that his grandfather, of the same name as himself, was an illegitimate son of Goethe, and it  might be said that Freud licensed Jung’s ambition to rival in fame this suppositious ancestor. It isn’t likely that the admirers of either man will be gratified by the part he plays in the  correspondence.  Freud and Jung were not good for one another; their connection made them  susceptible to false attitudes and ambiguous tones.  In the early stages of the association it is  Freud who might most distress his partisans–they cannot but be uneasy as they watch him  seeking to bind the new young colleague to his cause and to himself.  Every wile of love and  praise is used to assure that there will be no defection, the possibility of which is often referred to  openly by both correspondents; for example, Jung has heard from Freud the story of the unhappy  friendship with Wilhelm Fliess and he is at pains to write to Freud that he “may rest assured, not  only now, but for the future, that nothing Fliess-like is going to happen.” Freud is never anything but specific about the advantages of the relationship he envisages.  Jung,  he says, is the Joshua to his Moses, fated to enter the Promised Land which he himself will not  live to see.  Again and again he speaks of Jung as his “heir,” once as “my successor and crown  prince,” and even as “spirit of my spirit.”  He cannot be explicit enough in referring to the  gratitude this precious new son deserves, to the uniqueness of the place he holds in his father’s  confidence.  So that there will be no uncertainty of the specialness of his regard, he speaks  condescendingly of colleagues with whom he is on close terms, Sandor Ferenczi especially and  also Karl Abraham and Jones. But if the admirers of Freud are troubled by discerning so much purpose in his relation to Jung,  they are not likely to be reassured by those many passages in the letters which suggest that the  courtship was not only professional and calculated but also personal and very deeply felt, much  more so, indeed, than Freud permitted himself to know.  No man is to be faulted for the love he  gives or the love he seeks, yet moved as we may be by Freud’s need for Jung’s loyal affection, I  think we have the right to ask of the father of psychoanalysis a little more consciousness of the  nature and extent of the claims he makes on Jung than Freud here shows. Through the greater part of the correspondence Jung’s behavior is unexceptionable.  He isn’t– perhaps could scarcely be–wholly comfortable in the role that has been assigned to him and he  often speaks of his difficulties.  Although at one moment he says that he wants to enjoy Freud’s  friendship “not as one between equals but as that of father and son,” he also can say that it is hard  to have to work alongside the “father creator” and that he lives “from the crumbs that fall from  the rich man’s table.”  Still, in a trying situation he handles himself in a composed and serious  way. But when the relationship goes into its last stage, something quite extreme takes place in this  mannerly person.  His poise leaves him; he is overcome by uncontrollable rage and to the man  whom he often said he venerated, even “unconditionally,” he now speaks in jeers.  This behavior  is the uglier because it alternates with efforts to maintain “correctness.”  Never, I think, has spite  been so palpable on the page as in the underbred sarcasms of Jung’s last letters.  They are met by  Freud with a hard, dry disdain.  It should perhaps be added that although Jung was by no means  inaccessible to anti-Jewish thoughts and feelings–this is made clear by Jones and by Jung’s  deplorably compromised relation to the Nazi ideology–there is no adumbration of anti-Semitism  in the quarrel with Freud. So far as the crack in the golden bowl of the friendship was intellectual, it appeared early,  actually in Jung’s first letter.  No one will be surprised to hear that it was a difference of view  about the place that sex should have in psychoanalytic thought.  Beyond a certain point in the  sexual etiology of the neurosis Jung could not go.  Often his objection was frankly opportunistic- -more people, he believed, would be attracted to psychoanalysis if they were not scared away by  sex, and again and again Freud had to insist to him that, as he once put it, there was no way to  “sweeten the sour apple.”  Sometimes the objection was made on the ground of theory–did it not  needlessly limit the psyche to make sex definitive of its nature and function?  The resistance  which Jung offered to Freud’s sexual doctrine was strengthened by his increasing commitment to  the occult, which Freud, despite his efforts to accommodate it (for Ferenczi’s sake as much as  Jung’s), could not stomach. The intellectual and professional differences between the two men, profound as these eventually  became, would perhaps not of themselves have brought about a break so drastic as did take place  had not their alienating tendency been reinforced by personal conflicts.  It is scarcely possible to  suppose that Freud was wholly without ambivalence in his response to Jung’s rapid success–his  famous fainting spell when he, Jung and Ferenczi were lunching in Bremen the day before they  sailed for America to attend the Clark University celebration of 1909 is often explained by Jung’s  having been invited to take part in the occasion on equal terms with him. If Freud did indeed regard Jung with ambivalence, his effort to resolve this doubleness of feeling  might account for his having been excessive in his conciliation of the cherished son.  This, we  can’t but see, was counter-productive.  Jung could not maintain his equanimity under all that  wooing.  On one occasion he explained his discomfort by referring to an episode of his boyhood  in which he was the victim of a sexual assault by an older man whom he had “worshipped.” Whatever developing recalcitrance Freud may have perceived in his filial colleague, his letters  were but little disposed to confront it.  We of course must remark that in 1911 he was writing  “Totem and Taboo,” which deals with the murder of the primal father by the sons, and that he  told Jung that he “will feel almost obligated notto discuss” his findings with him.  Still,  such anxiety as he may have felt about the relationship does not envisage a crisis in it.  But then  the full extent of the estrangement is made plain when into the dialogue of the two men a third  voice intrudes itself.  It is a woman’s voice, that of Jung’s wife Emma.  She speaks to Freud  privately; her husband, she says, is not to know of their colloquy. The four letters which Emma Jung wrote Freud in October and November of 1911 are  unforgettable in their effort to bring the light of psychoanalytic reason to the troubled mind of  Sigmund Freud.  The occasion of the first letter was the visit Freud had recently paid the Jungs at  their home in Küsnacht, during which, Emma says, he had treated Carl with marked reserve.   After telling Freud of how much courage she needs to write to him, Emma goes on to speak of  the strain that has developed between him and Carl, its cause being, she believes, his disapproval  of the line Carl had taken in his important paper, “Transformations and Symbols of the Ego.”   Her tone to Freud is warmly affectionate and what she addresses herself to is his state of feeling.  About this she says an astonishing thing: “. . .I cannot bear to see you so resigned. . .”  She asks  whether his resignation relates only to what he had told her about his “real children” or to his  “spiritual sons” as well. To this Freud replied with a “nice kind letter”–it has not survived, nor have any of his letters to  Emma–and Emma writes again and ventures further.  Why, she wants to know, should Freud  have said that his “marriage had long ago been ‘amortized,’ [that] now there was nothing more to  do except–die”?  When they had last talked together, she had taxed him with not paying enough  attention to his children’s relations with him, necessarily more difficult because he was so  distinguished a man, and he had replied that he hadn’t time to analyze his children’s dreams  because he must earn money so that they could go on dreaming:  did he think this was a right  attitude to take? For her part, she says, she prefers to “think that one should notdream at all, one should  live.”  She rebukes him for being “resigned,” for not confronting and enjoying his “well-earned  fame and success,” for thinking of himself as older than in fact he is.  She concludes by urging  him to give up his paternal relation to her husband, to think of Carl “not with a father’s feeling:   ‘He will grow and I must dwindle,’ but rather as one human being thinks of another, who like you  has his own law to fulfill.” The advice was good, and, in the event, what was there for Freud to do save act on it?  By the  … Continue reading The Freud Jung Letters