A Vienna doctor tries to explain why living in a group is so tiring
In 1929, nearly seventy-three years old, sick and famous, Sigmund Freud wrote a short book. Instead of treating one patient at a time, he tried to understand why civilization as a whole still leaves people with a background discomfort, even when life is in order on paper.
The question grew out of an exchange of letters with a friend, the French writer Romain Rolland, but it expanded into an investigation of the price we pay to live alongside other people: jobs, family, homeowners' association rules, all of it holds coexistence together and charges an emotional fee that almost nobody stops to add up.
The book promises no solution and no recipe for happiness. It describes a conflict that, for the author, never fully goes away: what a person wants for themselves and what the group demands of them pull in opposite directions.
