In Stories From an Argentine Surrealist, Circles of Madness and Violence
In the 1940s, the great pediatrician and psychoanalyst Donald Winnicott became a regular at a small London bookshop. Biographies were his chief interest. It didn’t matter whose; he read them all — books about soldiers, scientists, actors. Amazed, the bookseller once asked him how he kept up such a pace.
“Oh, I’m only interested up to the age of 5,” Winnicott reportedly replied.
Childhood, and its contusions, are also the governing preoccupations of the Argentine writer Sama...