Currently reading Iron John by Robert Bly.
A few observations:
It’s about 85% modern psychoanalytical nonsense, dubious pagan metaphors and eastern spiritualist mush.
The remaining 15% however is brilliant.
Also, the fact that there is no acknowledgment of this work in the footnotes of John Eldridge’s Wild at Heart is completely dishonest. The latter is so like a Christianized version of the former (sometimes for better, sometimes for worse) that is seems obvious that one was largely based on the other. (Iron John is from 1990, Wild at Heart, 2003).