FOUR YEARS AGO, Anthony Storr, that most level-headed of Jungians, judged Ronald Hayman’s to be the best biography of Jung. Had he lived to read Deirdre Bair’s, I’m sure he would have seen it as a challenge to Hayman’s. Bair leans more heavily than Hayman towards the life as distinct from the work, but, in contrast to much of what has been written about Jung in the past, her tone and methods are gratifyingly dispassionate. She has had access to material that no other biographer has seen; and, to an unusual degree, she has the knack of weaving a wealth of factual information into a free flowing and absorbing narrative.
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