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Eating Pavlova

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Any reasonably sized trash dump is loaded with multi-layered complexity and interesting items for us to discover, but it still smells rather bad. Thomas presents a dying Freud, his mind awash with drugs and inconsistent memories flowing into a quasi-fictional Freud drawn from the admitted lies of his journals and finally a strangely clairvoyant Freud who sees snippets of the future and completely misinterprets the message each time -- a bumbling mortal that seems to only remember the naughty bits with any clarity. What was the point?

This is one of the most bizarre books I have read. It is a fictionalized memoir of Freud in his last days. Reality and dreams mix freely, and until you realize that, the book will be confusing. But stick with it! Remember you're reading about the "brain" of the father of psychoanalysis, so indeed he is going to have weird dreams, interpretations, plus his medications exacerbate everything to unsuspecting points. I was quite entertained with this novel, and just because it is not linear and follows an A-B-C scheme, it should not be dismissed.