The Red Book of Jung

The opening lines of Sara Corbett’s article ‘The Holy Grail of the Uncon­scious’ read like some­thing out of a sus­penseful Vic­torian mystery novel:

This is a story about a nearly 100-​year-​old book, bound in red leather, which has spent the last quarter century secreted away in a bank vault in Switzer­land. The book is big and heavy and its spine is etched with gold letters that say “Liber Novus”, which is Latin for “New Book”. Its pages are made from thick cream-​colored parch­ment and filled with paint­ings of oth­er­worldly creatures and hand­written dia­logues with gods and devils. If you didn’t know the book’s vintage, you might confuse it for a lost medieval tome.

Corbett goes on to explain that the book in question was written by Carl Jung. This is what Wiki­pedia has to say about it:

The Red Book is the name given to a 600-​page manu­script written and illus­trated by Carl Jung. He began work on it in 1914 during a dif­fi­cult period of “creative illness” or con­front­a­tion with the uncon­scious, and it is said to contain some of his most personal material. Until 2001, Jung’s heirs refused to permit pub­lic­a­tion of the book and did not allow scholars access to it. His­torian Sonu Sham­dasani, an employee of the Jung heirs and their advisor in the handling of unpub­lished material, created the Philemon Found­a­tion in order to facil­itate pub­lic­a­tion of Jung’s works. The found­a­tion is pre­paring an edition of the Red Book, with English trans­la­tion. It is expected to be avail­able in 2009.

Aniela Jaffe (quoted here) writes that after resigning his post as a lecturer at the Uni­ver­sity of Zurich,

Jung began a “self-​experiment”, trying to under­stand the fantasies and other contents that surfaced from his uncon­scious and to come to terms with them. This involved a sort of med­it­a­tion, often accom­panied by strong emotion. Contrary to his expect­a­tions, it turned out that no fantasy, none of the numerous images, no figure, could be traced back to personal, bio­graph­ical events. The contents were mythic, ori­gin­ating in the imper­sonal psychic realm, the “col­lective uncon­scious”. Not until six years later did Jung end the exper­i­ment. He tran­scribed his inner exper­i­ences in the Red Book, a folio volume bound in red leather, which he richly illus­trated. He painstak­ingly painted in the art nouveau style of the time, but he never regarded the paint­ings as art, only as an expres­sion of what he was experiencing.

I’m really, really inter­ested in seeing inside that book.

A photograph of Carl Jung smoking a pipe.

A pho­to­graph of Carl Jung, circa 1966.