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Let me tell you something about us Argentines, said Mr. lvarez, a 51-
year-old construction worker, after a tangent on Jacques Lacan, the famous
French psychoanalyst who sometimes conducted sessions with patients in
taxicabs. When it comes to choosing a psychologist, we are like women
searching for the perfect perfume. We try a bit of this and a bit of that before
eventually arriving at the right fit.
Those numbers make Argentina a country still brooding over its economic
decline from a century ago a world leader, at least when it comes to peoples
broad willingness to bare their souls.
There is no taboo here about saying that you see a professional two or
three times a week, said Tiziana Fenochietto, 29, a psychiatrist doing her
residency at the Torcuato de Alvear Hospital for Psychiatric Emergencies, a
public institution. On the contrary, said Ms. Fenochietto, who has been in
therapy herself for the past eight years, it is chic.
One need not wander far in this city to get a grip on the resilient obsession
with neuroses of various stripes. The name Villa Freud is a nod not only to the
Austrian founding father of psychoanalysis, but also to the number of
psychologists who ply their trade in the buildings along the elegant streets
around Plaza Gemes, in northern Buenos Aires.
A short cab ride away, in the theater district along Avenida Corrientes, lines
form each night where the local adaptations of two hit plays have opened side by
side: Freuds Last Session, currently an imagined debate between Sigmund
Freud and C. S. Lewis, and Toc Toc, about obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Slip into many bookstores here, and tomes abound written by Argentines
about the psychological ills that plague people, and their cures. Malele
Penchanskys Universal History of Hysteria and Alejandro Dagfals Between
Paris and Buenos Aires: The Invention of the Psychologist are among the
offerings. A new prizewinning Argentine comic book, Repairer of Dreams,
even blends psychoanalysis into the tale of a dystopian city called Polenia.
Theories abound as to why hang-ups, and the professional class that treats
them, seem to flourish here.
Others look to Argentinas past for explanations, and not just the sadness
bred by the faded glory of a nation that was once wealthier than many European
ones.
Others have sought to tie the appeal of psychoanalysis to the nations music,
like the tango, which can plumb decidedly dark themes. (There is even
something here called psychotango, which explores the use of psychoanalytic
thinking and dance as a tool for self-transformation.)
But Mariano Ben Plotkin, author of Freud in the Pampas, a book about
the emergence of psychoanalysis in Argentina, said the reasons were much more
complex. Sure, we have the tango, but the Portuguese have the fado, said Mr.
Plotkin, referring to the mournful music of Portugal, a country with fewer
psychologists per capita.
Despite the rise of rival treatments, Mr. Plotkin said he remained sanguine
about what he called the hegemonic position of psychoanalysis in Argentinas
psychological community. After all, ordinary Argentines readily employ
psychological terms that in other countries would be the preserve of psychology
majors, and can hold forth on the difference of Freudian and Jungian methods.
A version of this article appears in print on August 19, 2012, on Page A1 of the New York edition with the
headline: Do Argentines Need Therapy? Pull Up a Couch.