I was frankly puzzled to see a recent book of mine, "Vaslav Nijinsky: A Leap Into Madness," described (by reviewer Alex Raksin, March 3) as "psychobiography."
Nowhere in the text or on the dust jacket is this term used. The work is a straightforward biography, based on documents and eye-witness reports. Its purpose, as the preface makes clear, is to explore "the origins, manifestations, and treatment of Vaslav Nijinsky's madness."
I was happy to read that the reviewer felt "moved" by my descriptions of the great dancer's mental illness. But I must object to his characterizing me as someone "trying to psychoanalyze a 'patient' who has never sat on his couch."
I am not a psychoanalyst. Indeed, I take issue in this book with efforts that were made to psychoanalyze Nijinsky while he was psychotic.