I became quite fascinated with these two lovely twins from San Antonio, TX by way of Brighton, UK. This is one of the films they made entitled “Freaks,” which is a classic.
So, my novel’s called Freak Story: 1967-1969. The “Brighton United” Violet and Daisy Hilton were musicians, and the straight one, Daisy, on the right, had a child out of wedlock. Violet, her sister, turned out to be a lesbian.
I imagined who her bastard child was and created my narrator for the novel. He wants to visit his mom and her sister, to find out what kind of freaks would leave their kid to be adopted by a crack whore in Minneapolis. The rest of the novel speaks for itself, and I use quite a “freaking style” reminiscent of the “real late 1960s,” not the Sixties portrayed in Tarantino’s very weak film, “Once Upon a Time in Hollywood.”
My freak twins are down on their luck, in their fifties, and working at a Park’n Shop grocery in Charlotte, NC. Daisy’s son, my narrator, who is a music group promoter in Minneapolis, now that he’s sober, attempts to resurrect their careers by taking them to the 1968 Democratic Convention and Yippee Party in Chicago. Far out!
