I'm constantly telling anyone who will listen that there's no such thing as a boring family, and many writers are discovering that their own families are a surprisingly rich source of material.
I recognize that there are shrinks who behave like the one in Ducornet's novel "Netsuke," in which the unnamed narrator, a psychoanalyst, ruthlessly sleeps with his patients. But they are not the norm.
It's curious that Edward de Waal, author of the most exquisite memoir you're likely to read this year isn't a writer. He's a potter, said to be one of the best in England, and Professor of Ceramics at the University of Westminster.