le 3 mars 2003
It's hard not to enjoy Dalrymple's writing. It's vivid, often humorous, and well-informed by his personal experience. (I somehow feel sure that he is much kinder speaking to his patients than about them.) But the principal pleasures of the reader are a kind of Schadenfreude and a self-satisfaction, a feeling of superiority. Reading this book could well be an intellectual's equivalent of watching Jerry Springer.
He is using this guilty pleasure to draw us to his own conclusions about personal responsibility and the ideology of victimization. While many of his instances are valid, let us please not ignore the many real victims who exist, and the destruction caused by that still-flourishing activity of blaming the victim.