Revisit a crime committed long ago which has disturbing reverberations for us all . . .

'A bright, fine-cut gem.' Sunday Times

Sigmund Freud lies ill. A man whose work, whose very life, has depended on the power of speech has now been all but silenced by cancer of the jaw. In the waking darkness he receives a strange visitor, who has come to tell a story that Freud will recognize.

But this is a different account of what happened when Oedipus met his father at the place where three roads meet. Salley Vickers's retelling of this great tragedy is as enlightening as it is unexpected. It is also a deeply moving portrait of the last days of Freud.

'Simply and strongly done, laying bare many of our mortal anxieties.' Bettany Hughes, The Times

'A book to dwell on, to ponder, and delight in.' Allan Massie, Herald

'Intelligent and thoughtful.' Stevie Smith, Independent

'A writer who can engage the heart as well as the mind.' Daily Telegraph

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 only 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 strange story?

Set partly in pre-war London and partly in ancient Greece, Where Three Roads Meet is as brilliantly compelling as it is moving. Former psychoanalyst and acclaimed novelist Salley Vickers revisits a crime committed long ago which still has disturbing reverberations for us all.