Writers Julie and Jonathan Myerson splashing their son’s troubles all over the nationals to promote their work reminds me of one of the most haunting tales of mother/child animosity. When I first came across psychoanalyst Melanie Klein, I was fascinated by her work. It wasn’t until later that I discovered the price she paid for using her kids as copy. When Melanie Klein was buried in 1960, her daughter Melitta Schmideberg was across town delivering a lecture wearing brilliantly bright red boots, "perhaps the better to dance on her mother’s grave", it is said.
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