Annie Freud on writing and her warring parents: 'When you're a kid, you're the tool, you're the pawn'
Annie Freud at her home in Dorset “This is my cabinet of curiosities!” says Annie Freud, waving toward a great glass-fronted, Victorian-looking thing, its shelves lined with whatnot. The 72-year-old author and artist is cheerfully chain-smoking as she gives me a video-call tour of the room where she writes her poems. It’s a cluttered study in a rural corner of west Dorset – a land of “wild animals and cataclysmic weather,” says Freud – where she lives with her second husband, David. Freud’s playful poems are themselves cabinets of curiosities. All sorts of curios – a radar...