Hideous Kinky
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Hideous Kinky is an autobiographical novel by Esther Freud, daughter of British painter Lucian Freud, and great-granddaughter of Sigmund Freud. In 1998 a film adaptation was produced. It depicts her hippy childhood in Morocco with her elder sister Bella.
A young mother and her two daughters travel to Marrakech, Morocco during the 1960s. The mother, Julia, is disenchanted by the dreary conventions of English life, hence the journey. They live in a low-rent Marrakesh hotel and make a living out of making hand sewn dolls and with some money sent by the girls' father, a poet in London.
Whilst the mother explores Sufism and quests for personal fulfillment, the daughters rebel. The elder, Bea, attempting to recreate her English life, wants to get an education and insists on going to school. The younger, Lucy, dreams of trivial things, like mashed potatoes, but also yearns for a father. Her hopes settle on a most unlikely candidate.
I am currently reading this because it is small and compact, easily fitting in my handbook so I can read it during my lunch breaks at work. I have been captivated by the descriptions of Morocco as seen through the inocent eyes of a young child.
Hideous Kinky is an autobiographical novel by Esther Freud, daughter of British painter Lucian Freud, and great-granddaughter of Sigmund Freud. In 1998 a film adaptation was produced. It depicts her hippy childhood in Morocco with her elder sister Bella.
A young mother and her two daughters travel to Marrakech, Morocco during the 1960s. The mother, Julia, is disenchanted by the dreary conventions of English life, hence the journey. They live in a low-rent Marrakesh hotel and make a living out of making hand sewn dolls and with some money sent by the girls' father, a poet in London.
Whilst the mother explores Sufism and quests for personal fulfillment, the daughters rebel. The elder, Bea, attempting to recreate her English life, wants to get an education and insists on going to school. The younger, Lucy, dreams of trivial things, like mashed potatoes, but also yearns for a father. Her hopes settle on a most unlikely candidate.
I am currently reading this because it is small and compact, easily fitting in my handbook so I can read it during my lunch breaks at work. I have been captivated by the descriptions of Morocco as seen through the inocent eyes of a young child.
I finished this book while on a train journey to Peterborough. I really enjoyed this book. It painted a very interesting picture of a certain way of life in Morocco (though not the type of life I would like). I ended up feeling sorry for the little girls being dragged around by a mother who was desperately seeking meaning in her life.
Journal Entry 3 by bookowl1000 at Train in -- Train, Bus or Taxi -- 🚂 🚌 🚕 , Bristol United Kingdom on Saturday, May 9, 2009