Joyce McDougall's work reminds me of Otto Kernberg's in that she is determined to examine subjective experience through close adherence to classical Freudian theory. However much one thinks that theory no longer applies, at least in those dusty metaphors, her use of it (like Kernberg's) illuminates areas of psychic experience that other psychoanalytic theory can't touch. Moving, clear-sighted, strange, and loving, McDougall's work is essential reading for anyone with an interest in coming to terms with inexorably perverse modes of interacting with the world. My only caveat is that case illustrations tend to be unnecessarily rigid and at times withholding in their presentation (though they also seem unfailingly honest).