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“Father, don't You See I'm Burning?” left me with mixed feelings. Leonard Shengold is extremely literate, and seems to have read everything that was ever written. His knowledge of poetry and literature is incredible, from Wordsworth and Shakespeare to Omar Khayyam, including a delightful relatively unknown poem by Blake (Infant Sorrow). Accentuating his erudition, the author sometimes explains familiar concepts in original language, so that one comes away with deeper understanding (for example, the concept of how a sense of nothingness becomes structure). Fritz Perls speaks of reaching the “other side of nothingness,” but gives no theoretical explanation of how that happens (Fritz Perls, personal communication, ). Shengold, on the other hand, tells us that the development of a sense of nothingness is essential to achieve awareness of the beginning of separation. He then speaks of psychic space filling up with contents, in which “the godlike self creates primal something out of the chaos of nothingness” (p. 11). Nevertheless, despite Shengold's erudition, I finished the book feeling like I had eaten at a gourmet restaurant, but departed while still hungry.