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Jeanette Levitt was one of my first supervisors forty years ago. On the surface, we were an unlikely couple, she firmly rooted in classical psychoanalysis while I found nurturance in Ferenczi and Winnicott. Yet a substantial, core connection developed. Ms. Levitt's unwavering sense of the integrity of the psychoanalytic process, her sense of unconscious work, her analysis of transference-countertransference dynamics coupled with resistance—all cohered, amplified, and invigorated my love of this work.
One thing I could not have known then: She would never stop growing in radical ways. Simone Sternberg's review touches some of these overflowings, and overturnings, and extensions from her psychoanalytic base: Ernst Becker, Victor Frankl, Depak Chopra, as well as D. W. Winnicott, Joyce McDougall, and that medium of incessant contact with unconscious streaming, Georg Groddeck. When she returns to Freud near the book's end, it is a Freud informed, enriched by a whole life's journey, a journey in process. A journey in which I have the good luck to be included.