ABSTRACT
Of all the conversations I have had with friends lately, the one which raised the most passionate and the most violent emotions is that which concerns the function of my therapist in my life. Our discussions have all the elements of political debate— investment, contestation, fracture, gaping abysses of opinion. Therapy seems to be the new terrain for the working out of a politics of personal life. It even threatens to eclipse the status of lovers as conversation topics.
