Where Three Roads Meet: The Myth of Oedipus
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In the latest retelling of the world’s greatest stories in the Myth series from Canongate, the highly regarded novelist Salley Vickers brings to life the Western world’s most widely known myth, Oedipus, through a shrewdly told exploration of the seminal story in conversation between Freud and Tiresias.
It is 1938 and Sigmund Freud, suffering from the debilitating effects of cancer, has been permitted by the Nazis to leave Vienna. He seeks refuge in England, taking up residence in the house in Hampstead in which he will die fifteen months later. But his last months are made vivid by the arrival of a stranger who comes and goes according to Freud’s state of health. Who is the mysterious visitor and why has he come to tell the famed proponent of the Oedipus complex his strangely familiar story?
Set partly in prewar London and partly in ancient Greece, Where Three Roads Meet is as brilliantly compelling as it is thoughtful. Former psychoanalyst and acclaimed novelist Salley Vickers “draws suspense and even new meaning from a foundational Western myth” (Publishers Weekly) and revisits a crime committed long ago that still has disturbing reverberations for us all today.
“Full of insight and humor, offering a glimpse into the workings of a great mind faced with the conundrum of human suffering.”—The Times
“A novelist in the great English tradition of moral seriousness.”—The Washington Post
Salley Vickers
Salley Vickers’ subtle, witty style and clear-eyed observation of human nature has been compared to Penelope Fitzgerald and Barbara Pym. She has worked as a university teacher of literature, specialising in Shakespeare, and in adult education, where she specialised in the literature of the ancient world. She is a trained analytical psychologist and lectures widely on the connections between literature, psychology and religion. She divides her time between London, Venice and the West Country.
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Reviews for Where Three Roads Meet
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Fiction: I have all Vickers' books, ~ reviewed this one on Amazon, & it was a delight to read.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Sally Vickers joins the Canongate Myth series taking the tale of Oedipus. She matches him up with Psychologist Sigmund Freud who came up with his famous theory of mother loving and father hating Oedipus complex and his theory of Psychoanalysis. Sally comes up with the genius idea of having the Oracle who fortold that Oedipus would kill his father and that he would sleep with his mother appearing to Freud in his later life and telling his side of events.Freud is ill. He has a painful cancer growing in his mouth which led to much of his jaw being removed and many painful operations. He was given his oral prothesis he nicknamed "the monster" to aid his speaking and it is during this illness that the Oracle first begins to appear. We learn of his life growing up in Delphi being dedicated to Apollo but also working with Athena who causes his blindness and Dionysis. There are some great moments of dialogue between him and Freud who cannot help trying to analyse him at intervals.This was such a fun and interesting novel. I didn't know much about Freud's life and was interested to read about his crippling illness and his time fleeing the Nazi's against his will (his sisters were killed in concentration camps). It so ironic that Freud who needed his powers of speech so much lost them in later life. A great addition to an excellent and thought provoking series.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Where Three Roads Meet by Sally Vickers is another of the revamped myths in the series that includes The Penelopiad and Dream Angus. In this story, Freud, slowly dying of cancer, is retold the Oedipus story by Tireseas, the blind soothsayer. Freud is asked to reconsider his take on the myth, now that he has the true story. There are some interesting exchanges between the men. Short, and relatively easy to read, this story just missed the mark for me. Written as a dialogue between the two men, it is not always easy to tell who is speaking and I found myself mixing up who was who several times. However, as a series, these works are fascinating retellings and I’m glad I took the time.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5For the past seven years, I have taught Oedipus the King (aka Oedipus Rex), so I knew I had to read Where Three Roads Meet. This book is part of the same series, Canongate Myth, as The Penelopiad, by my favorite author Margaret Atwood, which is how I discovered it.I love the premise - a very ill Sidmund Freud hallucinates visits by Tiresias, who tells him more about the story of Oedipus as only someone who witnessed it firsthand can. Together, the two analyze Oedipus' motives and actions, bringing new insight to the story for both men (and the readers, of course).As I read, I found myself wishing I could share some of Tiresias' insights with my students as we read Oedipus or after reading it. However, our curriculum just replaced Oedipus with excerpts from The Odyssey, so this year was probably the last time I'll teach Oedipus. Nevertheless, as someone who has read the play about thirty times, I was fascinated by the new look at the Oedipus story contained in the novel.Vickers' writing style was easy to read, intellectually engaging, and beautiful. I would not hesitate to read something by her again. This was a wonderful introduction and a really nice read.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Part of the Canongate Myths series this is a reworking of the Oedipus myth. Vickers uses a series of conversations between a severely ill Sigmund Freud, the originator of the Oedipus Complex, and Tiresias, the blind seer of the Theban plays, to explore and open up the myth to other interpretations. Having studied these plays, I found this retelling interesting, but not necessarily innovative or moving. But I loved the domestic detail of Freud's life, his daughter, Anna, bringing him tea at 5pm every day, his longing for his Chow, Lün and his need to see the almond blossom in his garden before he died. I also suspect that this may be a book that will benefit from a couple of rereads.
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Where Three Roads Meet - Salley Vickers
WHERE THREE ROADS MEET
Early in 1923, in his sixty-seventh year, Sigmund Freud, originator of the theory and practice of psycho analysis, and the radical and provocative Oedipus complex, discovered a growth in his mouth. He consulted Marcus Hajek, a rhinologist acquaintance in Vienna, who indicated that the growth was almost certainly the result of years of heavy smoking. Freud was abstemious with alcohol, mistrusting anything likely to cloud his wits, but he found nicotine a powerful stimulus to thought and it had become one of his chief sources of daily pleasure. Perhaps aware of the implications for his most treasured habit, or perhaps because, since a suspected coronary thrombosis at the age of thirty, Freud was perpetually on the lookout for signs of his impending death, he did nothing for several weeks after Hajek’s diagnosis. Then, one morning, without informing either friends or family, he turned up unannounced at the outpatient clinic of the hospital where Hajek worked and asked that the growth be removed.
Later in the morning his wife, Martha, and their youngest daughter, Anna, were alarmed to receive a call from the clinic requesting that they bring over Freud’s night things. They were even more unnerved when they arrived to find Freud sitting unattended in a chair in the outpatients’ department, his usually immaculate shirt and jacket stained with blood. The loss of blood from the operation, conducted under local anaesthetic, had been so profuse that it was thought prudent Freud stay overnight at the clinic. As there were no private rooms and there was a shortage of overnight beds, a temporary ward was contrived by rigging up a curtain across a small room already occupied by another patient, a dwarf receiving treatment for cretinism.
That afternoon, the wound from the operation began to haemorrhage. Freud was unable to attract anyone’s attention as the bell by his bed was defunct and the operation had left him in no condition to shout. In the end it was the cretinous dwarf who hurried for help and very possibly saved his roommate’s life. Freud’s daughter Anna, who thereafter faithfully provided her father with any necessary nursing, remained with him through the following night, during which, she reported, her father was semi-conscious from loss of blood and sedative medication.
When examined, the growth proved to be cancerous. This news, however, was kept from the patient by Hajek and by another doctor friend and future psychoanalyst, Felix Deutsch, whom Freud had also consulted. An intensive and enervating radium therapy was begun which left him in debilitating pain for many weeks.
At this same time his favourite grandchild, Heinz – whom Freud regarded as exceptional and with whom he had formed a close bond – had his tonsils removed. In the aftermath of their related operations, four-year-old Heinz and his grandfather compared notes about their progress. But the boy was delicate and four months later he died of TB. Freud loved Heinz very deeply and the news of his untimely death was the only occasion on which he was known to have shed tears. It precipitated his first bout of real depression. He proclaimed, Everything has lost its meaning for me
and the loss of Heinz – which was to be compounded by the later loss of Heinz’s mother, his beloved daughter Sophie – affected him more seriously than his own mortal illness. After this, Freud declared, he could never become emotionally attached to any new person again; and about this time he turned to dogs, especially the three chows he came to own, as objects of fresh affection.
Shortly after this series of traumas and discouragements, Freud took his daughter Anna on a visit to Rome, and during the journey his mouth haemorrhaged again. Deutsch had already consulted Professor Hans Pichler, a highly regarded oral surgeon, over Freud’s case. Pichler, when he examined Freud on his return, decided that further and more radical surgery to the palate and jaw was called for. The true state of Freud’s health was still kept from him, perhaps because of his notorious preoccupation with his own death; when eventually this precautionary censoring was revealed to him, predictably, Freud was furious. For this reason, in 1929 he engaged Dr Max Schur to be his personal physician on the absolute understanding that no medical detail, however unpropitious and dismaying, was to be kept from him and that Schur would help Freud to die decently
should he come to find the effects of the cancer more than he was equal to.
The second operation was a major undertaking. It was conducted in two stages during which Pichler slit open Freud’s cheek from mouth to right ear and removed the best part of the upper palate and a large section of the jawbone. Here began sixteen years of treatments and operations, thirty-three all told, attempting to contain the cancer. This was not helped by Freud’s unwillingness to forgo his customary indulgence in cigars. Apart from a brief period of abstinence which he found almost unendurable – the more so as he was convinced that a deficiency of nicotine impaired his ability to think – for most of the rest of his life he continued to smoke twenty cigars a day. The treatment for the cancer proved as invasive and undermining as the illness. With a major part of the palate missing, the nasal cavity was open to the mouth, so an oral prosthesis which Freud nicknamed the monster
was devised to enable him to speak – a necessary function of his clinical work – and to eat, which from this time onwards he preferred to do alone. The ill-fitting prosthesis, which had to be modified repeatedly, caused constant irritation and persistent ulceration to the soft tissues of the mouth. Visitors had to acclimatise themselves to Freud’s habit of holding the device in with his thumb while he spoke, if the monster
had been reduced too far in size. As a result of the botched initial operation, Freud’s ability to open his mouth was compromised (he was only able to smoke his cigars by forcing open his teeth with a clothes peg); if the prosthesis was too tight and was removed, for even a few hours, to give its wearer some relief from its insufferable pressure, the surrounding tissues in the mouth shrank, making it appallingly hard to reinsert. On more than one occasion, medical help had to be summoned to get the monster
back in or out again.
In 1933 the Nazis embarked on their anti-Semitic demonstrations and Freud’s books, branded pornography
, were publicly burned. On 12 March 1938 Hitler invaded a compliant Austria and Freud wrote in his diary: Finis Austriae. Although many of his colleagues had left years earlier, Freud, refusing to accept that not merely his books but his life itself was in danger, remained in Vienna. On 13 March the Vienna Psychoanalytic Society voted to dissolve and recommended that its members leave the country immediately. Freud’s home was raided twice and on the second occasion his daughter Anna was arrested and taken for questioning by the Gestapo. Various well-connected friends and contacts weighed in on Freud’s behalf and the Nazis, after months of prevarication, finally consented to the departure of Freud and his immediate family on condition he signed a document attesting to their good treatment of him. (Permission for his four sisters to leave was denied and all died in concentration camps.) According to his biographer Ernest Jones, Freud, with characteristic mordant irony, wanted to append a sentence to the unctuous official document: I can recommend the Gestapo heartily to anyone
.
The Freud family reached England via Paris on 6 July 1938. Towards the end of August another carcinoma appeared in Freud’s mouth and early in September Pichler travelled to England to perform further extensive oral surgery. Freud was given morphine as a matter of course during his hospital stays and welcomed the palliative effects. But once home he refused any painkiller stronger than aspirin. I prefer to think in torment than not to be able to think clearly
, he wrote.
While Freud was in hospital his wife and his sister-in-law, Minna, moved into 20 Maresfield Gardens, a comfortable redbrick house close to Hampstead Heath. He joined them after his discharge, along with the constant Anna (referred to by Freud as his Antigone
) who, as ever, had remained with her father throughout his hospital stay. The furniture and effects of Freud’s Viennese study had been faithfully reassembled in the long light room that looked on to a loggia and a pleasantly sequestered garden. His prized collection of ancient artefacts, mercifully rescued from the Nazis’ depredations, had been transported to England. To one piece in particular, a small statue of Athena, the Ancient Greek goddess of wisdom, Freud attached great significance. Before the safety of the rest of the collection was assured he singled this out among all his treasures to be sent on in advance of his own departure. When the family finally reached England Freud wrote, We arrived rich and proud under the protection of Athena
.
The little bronze figure of Athena without her spear had pride of place on Freud’s desk, with other precious relics of past civilisations. Here, sitting in the distinctive tripod-like chair – specially designed to accommodate its occupant’s habit of reading with one leg slung over the arm – alongside the Persian-rug-draped couch, the green velvet tub armchair where he sat to analyse, and his extensive and arcane library, Freud continued to work: to think, to write, to talk to colleagues and his many distinguished visitors, and to analyse a few patients, though by this time his ability to speak was severely impeded by the monster
and talking at any length was painful and tiring. In addition, as a result of the many operations and subsequent infections, he was all but deaf in his right ear. To make matters worse, the novocaine injections, which had formerly acted to relieve