ABSTRACT
The Wilson biography has had over the years an underground reputation. A handful of Freud's pupils who were close to him in the early thirties knew of the book's existence; and the rest of pupils with an interest in personality theory and social science read about it in Jones's brief references in the third volume of his biography of Freud. The style of the book is indeed appalling, and to the extent that style makes the man, this is not a work of Freud's. Freud's sentences were always packed with meaning and colored by many shades of significance. Above all the brutal quality of the Wilson book, the monotonous and cold treatment of a human life, leaves one with the conviction that it did not come from Freud's own hand. Freud's hatred of Wilson can be further traced to quite an obvious source, which is that Wilson was an American.
