Counting the Leaves

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d/story/0,,1409903,00.html”>Here’s a charming article about one such, Daniel Tammet, from the Guardian:

One day his brother asked him a sum. “He asked me to multiply something in my head – like ‘What is 82 x 82 x 82 x 82?’ I just looked at the floor and closed my eyes. My back went very straight and I made my hands into fists. But after five or 10 seconds, the answer just flowed out of my mouth. He asked me several others, and I got every one right. My parents didn’t seem surprised. And they never put pressure on me to perform for the neighbours. They knew I was different, but wanted me to have a normal life as far as possible.”

Tammet could see the car park of his infant school from his bedroom window, which made him feel safe. “I loved assembly because we got to sing hymns. The notes formed a pattern in my head, just like the numbers did.” The other children didn’t know what to make of him, and would tease him. The minute the bell went for playtime he would rush off. “I went to the playground, but not to play. The place was surrounded by trees. While the other children were playing football, I would just stand and count the leaves.”

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  1. arf Avatar

    “…the psychoanalytic profession and its inability to admit mistakes”?
    I’d say it’s more like the non-falsifiability of their theories. The problem is not that the practitioners are fools (B.S. fields do tend to attract B.S. artists, but they’re not all fools); the problem is that it’s impossible, or virtually so, to prove that a wrong theory is in fact wrong.
    I once read a very fine piece by a functioning adult with Asperger’s Syndrome (the relatively mild form of autism associated with software developers, engineers, et al.), in which the author explained how he compensated for his social deficiencies:
    “I learned to ape human behavior”.
    Heh heh heh. He’s right. That’s how you do it.

  2. arf Avatar

    Oh boy, this review of “Madness on the Couch” is fantastic:
    http://www.amazon.com/gp/cdp/member-reviews/A2WBWBWDS254P9/ref=cm_cr_auth/103-6127442-7261466?%5Fencoding=UTF8
    Not only does the reviewer damn the book as “American”, he goes on to observe that non-belief in Freud is a “hysterical symptom” of an “oedipal drama”. It’s a jewel in the same vein as Millburn and Conrad’s “The Politics of Denial” (http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0262631849/qid=1108423495/sr=2-1/ref=pd_ka_b_2_1/103-6127442-7261466 ), which defines conservativism as a mental illness. Yes, you heard that correctly. (Who published it? MIT!)
    I’ll be any man in this bar five bucks that somebody wrote the “oedipal drama” review as a deliberate joke. Joke or not, it approaches genius.

  3. Mick H Avatar
    Mick H

    Yes I noticed that review:
    “Here’s a piece, typical and distressing, of a current phenomenon which, in that its motivation is resistance, is, to any analyst, heartbreaking. Popular culture and thin, undisguised sentimentality conspire to refuse the reasonable questions of Freud qua historian of the psyche. The general manifestation of this resistance, the mass of texts like this one – hysterical symptoms all – witness the current general denigration of the Freudian. In the service of what?
    The only book worth reading of this ilk – and it hasn’t been written – is the one which treats this savaging of father Freud as symptom and which then interprets this oedipal drama according to the blindness which is descending upon western reason as its psychic space dissolves. Here is no solution but another sypmtom of the one crisis which matters in the realm of the psychoanalytic: WHAT DOES THE SUBJECT RETURN AS WHERE ITS PSCHIC SPACE DISSAPPEARS?”
    I’d like to think it’s a joke, but I’m not so sure.

  4. Ian Avatar
    Ian

    Didn’t I mention Simon Baron-Cohen in an earlier comment ?

  5. Mick H Avatar
    Mick H

    Indeed you did, Ian – the “Lysenko in Sweden” post.

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