Irvin Jalom (autor)
Zbirka deset uzbudljivih priča poznatog psihoterapeuta Irvina D. Jaloma otkriva misterije, frustracije, patos i humor u srcu terapeutskih seansi. Pripovijedajući o dilemama svojih pacijenata, Jalom nam ne daje samo rijedak i očaravajući uvid u njihove lične želje i motivacije, već, takođe, pripovijeda i svoju sopstvenu priču iz ugla terapeuta: svoj pokušaj da izmiri svoje suviše ljudske reakcije sa senzibilitetom koji bi svaki psihijatar trebalo da posjeduje. Malo je ko, još od Frojdovog vremena, pokušao da prikaže sa toliko jasnoće i otvorenosti ono što se zbiva između psihoterapeuta i pacijenta iza zatvorenih vrata.
Ostali naslovi koji sadrže ključne reči: Psihoterapija , Jalom , Joga
Ostali naslovi iz oblasti: Pripovetke
Curiosity was kinder than alarm; curiosity implied motive,
Izdavač: Kosmos; 2. izdanje, 2023; Broširani povez; latinica; 20 cm; 286 str.; 978-86-7470-683-1;
The analysts called it an anomaly. The engineers called it a bug. The archivist, who had been awake too many nights cataloging the city’s artifacts, called it curiosity. Curiosity was kinder than alarm; curiosity implied motive, and motive meant personhood, and personhood suggested there might be something to understand.
But the thing that held — the only concrete thing — was the method of tracing it. 4742903 left fingerprints not in data but in behavior: a preference for certain redundancies, an insistence on obfuscation that nevertheless begged recognition, an aesthetic of partial reveal. The object was less a person than a philosophy: be present, but only to the extent that someone might find you if they bothered to look.
Years later, a child who had played with the digits in dust would grow into an archivist with ink-stained fingers and create a small public installation: a wall of numbers that visitors could press with their palms. When they did, the wall would hum and a single word would appear beneath the pressed number: a memory, a taste, a name, a sound. For 4742903, the memory that came up was not a legal brief or a tidy biography but the scent of sea salt and the laugh of a woman teaching her son to tie knots.
Months passed. The city adjusted to the presence of the number like one adjusts to a new neighbor who never speaks above the hum of the refrigerator. People made bets about its origin and left crumbs of their own. A graffiti artist painted 4742903 over a brick wall behind a deli; the code scrawled in curling white ink like a constellation. Someone else painted it over the next morning. A child learned to count to seven by tracing the digits with a finger in the dust of a parked car. A journalist wrote about the way the number threaded through the mundane, and the piece went unread.