- Published: 03/10/2013
- ISBN: 9781847087621
- Granta Books
- 240 pages
The Private Life
Josh Cohen
The war over private life spreads inexorably. Some seek to expose, invade and steal it, others to protect, conceal and withhold it. Either way, the assumption is that privacy is a possession to be won or lost. But what if what we call private life is the one element in us that we can’t possess? Could it be that we’re so intent on taking hold of the privacy of others, or keeping hold of our own only because we’re powerless to do either?
In this groundbreaking book, Josh Cohen uses his experience as a psychoanalyst, literature professor and human being to explore the concept of ‘private life’ as the presence in us of someone else, an uncanny stranger both unrecognisable and eerily familiar, who can be neither owned nor controlled.
Drawing on a dizzying array of characters and concerns, from John Milton and Henry James to Katie Price and Snoopy, from philosophy and the Bible to pornography and late-night TV, The Private Life weaves a richly personal tapestry of ideas and experience. In a culture that floods our lives with light, it asks: how is it that we remain so helplessly in the dark?
£9.99
Doubling as a literary academic and a psychoanalyst, Cohen is well poised to engage in acts of interpretation - of texts, patients, the culture as well as himself. [Here] he examines some of the tensions in our snooping and celebrity-obsessed world, where privacy is in danger of becoming a dirty word
Lisa Appignanesi, Books of the Year, Observer
Reflective, dark and literary... Cohen is at times a lyrical writer, a deeply absorbing one. ... Cohen touches a nerve. His use of literature, his autobiographical vignettes and his reflections on his own psychoanalytic experiences gradually seduce one into his mode
Stephen Frosh, Jewish Quarterly
A work of real importance cultural importance, deserving of the widest readership
Rowan Williams
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