Top critical review
on 2 January 2016
Honestly, one of the worste books I've ever read, both about Jung, and about Tarot....the author jumps here and there, piling up a heap of cultivated references, from Blake to Jung to Shakespeare and Peggy Guggenheim and god knows what else, and mixes them all up with the most outrageous platitudes about contemporary pop culture and the feminine/feminism, and other nonsense of the kind you hear from housewives at the market, and put much better by them at that....and the reader simply is left lost and aghast wondering what exactly she is trying to get at, and what the original thread was, if there ever was one...... Poor Carl Jung must be turning in his grave.....How this book got to be as popular and well known as it is, remains a mystery to me.
Oh one last thing. The author throws in, among various other things, bits of poems and pictures of paintings and sculptures in order to better illustrate her points.... too bad the reproductions of such images on the book are so bad, it is almost impossible to make out what they show....I'm speechless.