So I'm thinking, I've been shocked by Shamdasani's bio-killing "Jung stripped bare", been severely shaken by his misconception-crushing cubist biography "Jung and the making...", and nearly drowned in the scholarly lake on which he sailed the good ship "Liber Novus": am I up for another assault by the Chief Inspector of the Jung History Thought Police?
The answer is yes, for my fears were in vain. This is a gentle (by comparison) and beautiful book that takes us through some key aspects of Jung's scholarly journey with a slow, revealing wander though Jung's library (and one of his neighbour). Full of pictures of Jung's books and manuscripts and the books (and manuscripts of books) Jung read, this is the story told from the book's view.
Perhaps, like me, you'll recognise a kindred spirit as you glimpse Jung's underlining and marginalia, turn ever so-slightly green at those treasured inscriptions from author-friends that no-one's heard of like James Joyce, or be quietly relieved to discover Jung's manuscripts are no neater than your own! You may also start to grasp the enormous amount of work CGJ had to do to write just one volume of the CW.
This is a personal journey, or at least as personal as the whispers from the objects in a library permit it to be, and for me, the most moving. Fellow bibliophiles, writers, and the artistically insane are sure to enjoy!
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