Reviewed by: The Distance from Home by Daniel Jacobs Dr. Jeffrey Berman The Distance from Home by Daniel Jacobs. New York: International Psychoanalytic Books. 220 pages. “You must change your life.” Daniel Jacobs, the author of the 2019 novel The Distance from Home, does not quote Rainer Maria Rilke’s famous injunction, which appears at the end of his 1908 poem “Archaic Torso of Apollo,” but it describes precisely the predicament of his protagonist, Hannah Avery. Not that her life was entirely bad when she decided, twenty-two years earlier, in 1972, to accept George Albright’s invitation to join him, his wife Pru, and friends on a trip to Nepal. Hannah was thirty-seven at the time, single, still mourning the death of her mother when she was nine. An art curator at the Musϧe Baudry, Hannah enjoys her work, but it doesn’t prevent her from feeling lonely, restless, and unfulfilled. Past relationships with men have not worked out; her boss has recently disparaged her work, and she feels the biological clock ticking. She is looking for someone or something that will help her change her life. Will trekking through the unforgiving Himalayan mountains provide Hannah with that opportunity? This is the question that drives the novel. Daniel Jacobs is well known in the psychoanalytic community. He is a Training and Supervising Analyst at the Boston Psychoanalytic Society and Institute and Director of the Hanns Sachs Library. He is also Director of the Center for Advanced Psychoanalytic Studies at Princeton and Aspen. A coauthor of the 1995 book The Supervisory Encounter: A Guide for Teachers of Psychodynamic Psychotherapy and Psychoanalysis, Jacobs has published many articles on psychoanalysis, but The Distance from Home is his first novel—a daunting challenge for an octogenarian. The Distance from Home contains a wide cast of compelling characters, beginning with Hannah, who is complex, sympathetic, and believable. Jacobs narrates the story through Hannah’s point of view, and we trust her perceptions and value judgments. She realizes, from the moment she agrees to travel to Nepal, that the experience may be life-transforming. An authority on seventeenth-century Dutch garden design, she loves paintings because they never change—unlike people, who do. [End Page 446] Jacobs knows the art world well, and Hannah’s judgments about painting are authoritative without being opinionated. Unlike other curators, she never believes that she knows more about a painting than the artist who painted it. (Just as a literary critic doesn’t know more about a story than the writer who created it.) She understands that you must look at a painting for hours before it reveals itself. The same is true for a novel: you need to reflect on it and read it more than once before it reveals itself. Indeed, nearly everything Hannah says about painting is true of literature. She is involved in the restoration of art—and as we ponder the novel, we see that she is involved in nothing less than the restoration of her own life, trying to repair the damaged parts of her existence caused by her mother’s early death, her father’s self-absorption and alcoholism, and her boyfriends’ lack of understanding. “Only art clarifies things—for a moment anyway” (p. 30), she tells her former lover, the painter Leon Kaminsky, who is anxious to resume their relationship in Nepal. The two characters could not be more different. “Loving is so messy,” he declares; she points out that the opposite is true for her: “Love order things” (p. 62). Part of Hannah’s attraction to art is that it gives her the order and control she needs. Similarly, part of the pleasure of reading The Distance from Home is that we see how Jacobs portrays Hannah’s pursuit of love and order while trekking through Nepal. She knows that love is not always enough, but without love and self-esteem, she cannot imagine the possibility of happiness. Hannah’s mother remains an absent presence throughout the novel. There are more than a dozen references to the woman who wasted away from metastatic cancer while her daughter looked on helplessly. Hannah cannot exorcise the image of her mother...