By Lisa Levy
Updated January 12, 2001 at 05:00 AM EST

Some do it only once or twice, telling themselves they can certainly live without it; others return every day for years and years. Reading this collection of writers discussing therapy, you’d think there still exists a tweedy, Woody Allenesque universe full of stern analysts and the neurotics who love them; no less a certified WASP than Susan Cheever refers casually in her essay to ”the mental block,” a popular location for psychoanalytic offices along Fifth Avenue. What’s remarkable is the many roles therapists play in these writers’ lives — muses, mommies, editors, ideal readers — from Manhattan to Marin County. B+