Melanie Klein was a highly creative and original Viennese Jewish psychoanalyst
who discovered the work of Freud at the age of 32
and devoted her life to enriching and nuancing it
in intriguing and valuable ways.
Born in 1882,
Klein was held back by her father from her desire to become a doctor
and was pushed by her family into a loveless marriage
with a coarse, unpleasant man
with whom she had nothing in common.
She was bored, sexually frustrated and mentally unwell.
Psychoanalysis saved her.
She left her husband, read everything she could,
attended lectures, and started publishing papers of her own.
She soon departed from Freud
in an area that most other analysts had overlooked:
the analysis of children.
Freud had been sceptical that children could ever be analysed properly,
their minds being in his view too unformed
to allow for a perspective on the unconscious.
But Klein now argued that an analyst could get a useable view into a child’s inner world
through studying how they played with toys.
She therefore equipped her consulting room with small horses, figurines and locomotives
and established herself as a child psychoanalyst,
first in Berlin and then in London, where she settled in 1926
and remained for the rest of her life.
In her work with children, Klein wanted to understand
how human beings evolve from the primitive pleasure-seeking impulses of early infancy
to the more mature adaptations of later life
and in particular, she wanted to know what might go wrong on this journey,
giving rise to the neurotic adaptations of adults.
In her 1932 book The Psychoanalysis of Children
she described the difficulty of the young infant’s situation.
Weak, utterly at the mercy of adults,
unable to grasp what is happening,
the infant cannot– in Klein’s description – grasp that people around it are in fact people,
with their own alternative reality and independent points of view.
In the early weeks, the mother is not even ‘a mother’ to her child,
she is – to come to the crux of Melenie Klein’s theories
– just a pair of breasts which appear and disappear with unpredictable and painful randomness.
In relation to this mother,
all the infant experiences are moments of intense pain and then equally intense pleasure.
When the breast is there and the milk flows,
a primordial calm and satisfaction descends upon the infant:
洋溢着幸福 感激 和柔和的情感
it is suffused with feelings of well-being, gratitude and tenderness
feelings that will, in adulthood, be strongly associated with being in love,
a moment where breasts continue to play a notable role for many.
But when the breast is, for whatever reason, missing,
婴儿就会感到饥饿 愤怒 恐惧 生出报复的心理
the infant feels starving, enraged, terrified and vengeful.
This, thought Klein,
leads the infant to adopt a primitive defence mechanism
against what would otherwise be intolerable anxiety.
The infant ‘splits’ the mother into two very different breasts:
a ‘good breast’ and a ‘bad breast’.
The bad breast is hated with a passion;
他想要啃咬 伤害 摧毁这个恼人又罪恶的东西
the infant wants to bite, wound and destroy this object of unholy frustration.
But the good breast is revered with an equally thorough though more benign intensity.
With time, in healthy development,
this ‘split’ heals.
The child will gradually perceive that there is in truth
no entirely good and no entirely bad breast,
both belong to a mother
who is a perplexing mixture of the positive and the negative:
a source of pleasure and frustration, joy and suffering.
The child discovers a key idea in Kleinian psychoanalysis:
the concept of AMBIVALENCE.
To be able to feel ambivalent about someone is, for Kleinians,
an enormous psychological achievement
and the first marker on the path to genuine maturity.
But it isn’t inevitable or assured.
Only slowly can a healthy child
grasp the crucial distinction between intention and effect
between what a mother may have wanted for it
and what the child might have felt at her hands nevertheless.
These complicated psychological reactions
belong a phase that Klein called THE DEPRESSIVE POSITION.
a moment of soberness and melancholy
when the growing child takes on board unconsciously:
the idea that reality is more complicated and less morally neat than it had ever previously imagined:
the mother (or other people generally) cannot be neatly blamed for every setback;
almost nothing is totally pure or totally evil, things are a perplexing,
thought-provoking mixture of the good and bad…
这个过程很难 克莱恩认为 这也解释了为什么
This is hard to take and – for Klein – explains the serious faraway look
that may sometime enter the eyes of children during daydreams.
These small beings look oddly wise and grave at such moments;
they are, somewhere deep inside,
cottoning on to the moral ambiguity of the real adult world.
Unfortunately, in Klein’s analysis,
not everyone makes it to the depressive position,
some get stuck in a mode of primitive splitting
she termed THE PARANOID-SCHIZOID POSITION
For many years, even into adulthood, these unfortunate people
will find themselves unable to tolerate the slightest ambivalence:
keen to preserve their sense of their own innocence,
and they must either hate or love.
They seek scapegoats or their idealise.
In relationships, they tend to fall violently in love
and then – at the inevitable moment when a lover in some way disappoints them –
switch abruptly and become incapable of feeling anything anymore.
These unfortunates are likely to move from candidate to candidate,
always seeking a vision of complete satisfaction, total goodness,
which is repeatedly violated by an unwitting error on the lover’s part.
We don’t have to believe in the literal truth of every part of Klein’s theory
to see that it has value for us as an unusual but useful representation of
what it means to be a proper grown-up.
The impulse to reduce people into what they can do for us
（如喂养我们 给我们挣钱 逗我们开心）
(give us milk, make us money, keep us happy),
rather than what they are in and of themselves (a multifaceted being),
this can be painfully observed in emotional life generally.
With Melanie Klein’s help,
we learn that coming to terms
with the ambivalent complex nature of all relationships
belongs to the business of growing up (a task we’re never quite done with)
and is likely to leave us a little sad,
if not for a time, quite simply, depressed.