In Memoriam: Edward F. Edinger, 1922-1998

A Personal Tribute by Daryl Sharp

photo of Edward EdingerThe writings of Edward Edinger have had a profound effect on my psychological attitude ever since I read his Ego and Archetype in 1976, while I was training in Zurich. I was at that time, and still am, hooked on Jung. To my mind Edinger was as true to Jung as one could be, and remained so right to the end. Like Marie-Louise von Franz, he was a classic Jungian, pure and simple, by which I mean he took Jung’s message to heart and amplified it according to his own talents. In a review of von Franz’s biography of Jung, he described her as “a true spiritual daughter of Jung, a carrier of the pure Jungian elixir.” Well, Edward Edinger was a true spiritual son of Jung.

For those who find Jung himself tough going, Edinger has been the pre-eminent interpreter for more than forty years. In lectures, books, tapes and videos, he masterfully presented the distilled essence of Jung’s work, illuminating its relevance to both collective and individual psychology. Thus his Mysterium Lectures, for instance, is not only a brilliant scholarly study of Jung’s Mysterium Coniunctionis and arcane alchemical operations, it is also a practical guide to what is going on in the laboratory of the unconscious.

Since Inner City published his book The Creation of Consciousness in 1984, Ed and I had a warm working relationship. I visited him a couple of times at his home in Los Angeles, where I met his decidedly more extraverted partner, Dianne Cordic, a perfect complement to Ed’s reserved nature. I also sent him copies of each new Inner City title as it was published. He always responded quickly with a one-page, hand-written letter giving his candid opinion. Of course, not everything we published was his cup of tea. But he respected my choice of manuscripts as deriving from my own process of individuation – where my energy, at that time, wanted to go. He was also generous in his appreciation of the books I wrote myself. For instance, in response to Chicken Little: The Inside Story, he said: “I read it from cover to cover in a single sitting. You have a a delightfully quirky imagination with a hilarious wit. I thoroughly enjoyed it and hope it does well.”

Every year or two over the past fifteen years, Ed offered Inner City a new manuscript. We took every one because it was always good meaty stuff. The writing was crisp and clean, with no padding, no blather. He said what he meant, said it well, and that was it. Never mind that his books would never appear on the New York Times list of bestsellers; they fit perfectly with our professed mandate “to promote the understanding and practical application” of Jung’s work. More than that, I loved working on his rich material, and the content kept me psychologically alert.

Personally, I came to love the man as well as his work. I feel privileged and fortunate indeed to be in a position to keep his work and spirit alive, to the benefit of everyone who strives to become psychologically conscious.

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