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Rating: Rather than talking about psychology to the masses, we should speak of the "pragmatic postulation" of the more or less unfeasible and unrecognized thoughts from Freudian and Eastern cognitive studies. In the face of a growing and divergent depressive saturation that pervades the voluptuous and already prematurely fed spirit of Western man, a series of simple essays by the Genoese professor emerge among the intellectual masses, attempting, if not to solve the problems, at least to assist the force, the reaction of the human, who tries increasingly mere and futile methods (drugs, antidepressants) to escape the precarious circumstances of daily life.
Among these, "In Search of Lost Hugs". A Reflection on Growing Up.
Are we really independent? Do we have the resilience to face alone the doubts that pervade us? Our happiness depends on ourselves. We must all become Robinson Crusoe, make “circumscription” our subjection, and not us of it, feel all the ifs and buts fade away in ourselves. Only then will we not be afraid. Then we will be “grown up”.
In a 21st-century society where people are pampered, spoiled, and seduced from birth by the fragile and servile spirits of new millennium couples, all this is very difficult. The day comes when the 1 meter 80 kid must create his own laurels, of which he has been so satiated, but what is worse, distribute them. Absorbing the breaking point toward self-sufficiency is a faculty attributable to a few in the consumerist-friendly civitas, and the aforementioned work acts on behalf of those who are preparing or planning their own "generational leap".
In the book, you will immediately find yourselves, your demons (among the various personalities discussed) will emerge in the blink of an eye... just hope they are beneficial demons, otherwise, there is only the option of rolling up your sleeves to reach the requirements of self-realization and love for yourself and for those you will one day bring into the world from your loins or belly...
Giacobbe hits the mark; he is a sly one. A vivid and blatant cunning that is manifested as intelligently in the persuasion of the bold mantras as in an at first glance “pathetic” self-citation and a continual circumnavigation of the concepts (but is this not perhaps the oldest and most functional way to better memorize views and convictions?). Disregarding what purists might consider a language too colloquial and schematic for a treatise on psychic evolution, the contractual relationship from the writer to the model reader - which is a large slice of Italy - manages to always be steeped in a calmness and explicitness that so quench and delight the miserable pre-university adolescent, no longer so confused by the now blatant subjugations of the media, as much as they arouse interest in the bored housewife seeking advice on how to raise the mischievous and stinky herd.
The Giacobbe essay remains, in any case, a pioneer towards more in-depth readings and a more "niche" and congruent psychology to your personal needs (here the range expands enormously).
The function of a book, if it lacks a story, is to establish ideas, at least in the conscious, to then assimilate them over time and instill them in our self, and in this, In Search of Lost Hugs serves perfectly. Recommended to all.
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