No one in a right mind today would claim that we fully understand neurochemistry and neurogenesis (in the worm or human), never mind a relationship between nerve-cell physiology and everyday psychology. The good news is that we are within our province as scientists — or, just as savvy readers — to ask countless, good questions and, importantly, we shouldn’t assume that the ever-expanding database of our neurosciences is tantamount to a complete psychology.  Rather, we might reiterate Freud’s concern about the “deficiencies of our description,” whether or not we happen to be scientists. . . . 

[R]epeated and incessant questioning has been described many times previously, in different, non- scientific idioms with excellent story lines. These fictions have engaged readers in diverse cultures for a long time.

 

From the Foreword by Harold Bloom

Like Freud, Miyawaki is both a neurologist and a literary
humanist. If we are to continue our creative apprehension
of Freud, we require an understanding that literature is a
way of life. Freud, as literature, is a guide to love as the
summit of life. Edison Miyawaki joins himself to that
quest in this heartening and lucid study of much that still
matters most in Freud.