Ann Arbor on the Couch
Local analysts keep the Freudian faith.
Betty Draper lies on a couch in a dimly lit room, wringing her hands. A middle-aged man sits in a leather chair behind her head, silently holding a pencil and notebook. "I don't know why I'm here," Betty tells the psychiatrist. But she returns, and eventually she realizes that despite living what seems like a fairy-tale life, she's deeply unhappy--not least