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In 1926: living at the edge of time - Monoskop

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20 ARRAYS<br />

gorized as p<strong>at</strong>hological. <strong>In</strong> <strong>the</strong> Almanach fur das Jahr <strong>1926</strong>, published<br />

by <strong>the</strong> <strong>In</strong>tern<strong>at</strong>ionaler Psychoanalytischer Verlag, Otto Rank presents<br />

m<strong>at</strong>erials from <strong>the</strong> talking cure <strong>of</strong> a deeply troubled young woman<br />

(diagnosed as "hysterical"). The key passage in her wishful vision <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />

future, which <strong>the</strong> analyst details for <strong>the</strong> almanac's readers, contains some<br />

striking parallels to <strong>the</strong> f<strong>at</strong>e <strong>of</strong> Doro<strong>the</strong>a Angermann and <strong>the</strong> Bavarian<br />

waitresses in Philadelphia: "She begins her American life washing<br />

dishes ... , but she ends up making a fortune and returns home crowned<br />

with success. Although this advanced version <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> family romance<br />

stresses her identific<strong>at</strong>ion with her successful f<strong>at</strong>her, she admits th<strong>at</strong> in<br />

her original fantasy she started as a waitress in a small and dirty roomand<br />

<strong>the</strong>n a wealthy American came: 'one <strong>of</strong> those who are already<br />

wealthy and no longer have to make money,' like her f<strong>at</strong>her" (Almanach,<br />

183). The only problem for <strong>the</strong> analyst is <strong>the</strong> overabundance <strong>of</strong> possible<br />

interpret<strong>at</strong>ions for this Oedipal meta narr<strong>at</strong>ive, yet he never thinks to ask<br />

why America <strong>of</strong> all places is <strong>the</strong> scene <strong>of</strong> wish-fulfillment in this family<br />

romance, or why his p<strong>at</strong>ient's idealized f<strong>at</strong>her-equivalent has to be<br />

American.<br />

At <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> his travel narr<strong>at</strong>ive Rien que la terre, <strong>the</strong> French novelist<br />

Paul Morand, a close friend <strong>of</strong> Ralph Barton, <strong>the</strong> New York designer<br />

who failed to find consol<strong>at</strong>ion in Paris for his broken marriage, muses<br />

on why Americans coming home to <strong>the</strong>ir country so enthusiastically<br />

greet <strong>the</strong> St<strong>at</strong>ue <strong>of</strong> Liberty, whereas French travelers return to <strong>the</strong>ir shores<br />

weary and irrit<strong>at</strong>ed: "Here, on this November evening, on this sad,<br />

unhe<strong>at</strong>ed ship, tired and shivering colonials, low-class prostitutes perfumed<br />

with rotten luck, poorly paid and embittered functionaries, anxious<br />

family men afraid <strong>of</strong> risks, people who have seen <strong>the</strong>ir fortunes cut<br />

in half since <strong>the</strong>y left France, opium smokers with bitter tongues-all are<br />

returning silent, <strong>the</strong>ir backs turned ... Have we become <strong>the</strong> most acrid<br />

sons <strong>of</strong> this European race, <strong>the</strong> race th<strong>at</strong> tigers refuse to e<strong>at</strong> because <strong>of</strong><br />

its bitter flesh?" (Morand, 254-255). Might self-h<strong>at</strong>red be <strong>the</strong> reason<br />

Europeans h<strong>at</strong>e Americans-and long for America?<br />

Rel<strong>at</strong>ed Entries<br />

Bars, Boxing, Bullfighting, Gramophones, Ocean Liners, Railroads,<br />

Au<strong>the</strong>nticity vs. Artificiality, Action = Impotence (Tragedy), Center =<br />

Periphery (<strong>In</strong>finitude), Immanence = Transcendence (De<strong>at</strong>h)

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