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I am keen to draw the pubblic's attention to this remarkable book of Racamier's, which, being the kind of book it is, runs the
risk of going almost unnoticed, or of being regarded as an essentially literary little work.
On the contrary, it struck me as a good example of a happy marriage between artistic and clinical ability, a gift which Racamier had already showed signs of possessing.
Besides, in the exergue, the Author dedicates the book to the memory of a fairy, who enabled him to write it.
My remarks should have made it clear already that I will only be able to hint at a few of the ideas contained in the work and make people wish to read it.
In the preamble, the Author relates how he hit upon what he presents to us as a new notion, namely the Antoedipe (the capital letter would indicate a personalised representation).
Like everyone else — he tells us — he believed for a long time that before the oedipal there was only the preoedipal.
But the latter was without end. Thus one plunged into the archaic; one arrived at the pre-objectual: the oedipal was still there, or rather, was already there. So one continued.
One reached the anobjectual. One had just been born, or perhaps one had not yet been born, rather.
It was chaos. And one must not misuse chaos.