A fascinating foray into the most influential mind of the 20th century, D.M. Thomas plunges into the last morphine-clouded days of Sigmund Freud's life--where his devoted daughter Anna tends to him, trying to understand her icon's demise as he drifts through the final layers of his own consciousness....
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The great Freud is slowly dying of mouth cancer (from the innumerable cigars he smoked) in London, tenderly cared for by his daughter Anna. The novel is a patchwork of memories, dreams, hallucinations, visions, and fabrications, with lots of references to actual persons (Freud's parents, wife, wife's sister, colleagues, patients). The reader quickly becomes confused. Googling names and reading background information helps a lot, and I didn't mind doing it since I'm interested in Freudian and Jungian psychology, but, after a few pages, some readers will likely opt not to continue reading. There is no plot or linear time frame.
Just not in the mood. It's like when I'm at a party and there's some big-brained guy with a recent accomplishment under his belt holding forth in the center of the living room and everybody is hanging on every word and he's making no eye contact with anyone.... I tend to retire to the garden to smoke. Even if I'm interested in what he's talking about, his arrogance sucks all the air out of the room. I'll get back to this book some day....maybe.
Freud drifts in and out of morphine-laden consciousness reconstructing dreams, telling truths and half-truths about sex, life, and family, while faithful Anna attends to him.
Although I am a big fan of DM Thomas, this book just did not work for me. It just seemed to drone on from one uninteresting point to the next.