ABSTRACT

The reader should not expect to find here a chapter by a historian, but rather a sort of recension which will bear the marks of the uncertainties of memory, written by a witness who cannot avoid the pitfalls of a subjective vision. More explicitly, the task I have set myself is one of painting a fresco of the recent history of psychoanalysis, arranging the acquired knowledge fragment by fragment, in the manner of secondary dream-elaboration, in order to attribute it with a certain coherence – even if it is seen as artificial or questionable retrospectively.