Nostalgic, witty and filled with characters and situations that people of all ages will recognise, Dear Lupin is the correspondence of a father to his only son, spanning nearly 25 years. Roger Mortimer's sometimes hilarious, sometimes touching, always generous letters to his son are packed with anecdotes and sharp observations, with a unique analogy for every scrape Charlie Mortimer got himself into. The trials and tribulations of his youth and early adulthood are received by his father with humour, understanding and a touch of resignation, making them the perfect reminder of when letters were common, but always special. A racing journalist himself, Roger Mortimer wrote for a living, yet still penned over 150 letters to his son as he left school, and lived in South America, Africa, Weston-super-Mare and eventually London. These letters form a memoir of their relationship, and an affectionate portrait of a time gone by.
I loved this book, I laughed out loud, frightening a few people on the train I imagine! Brilliantly written and brilliantly read, would definitely recommend this one.
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Would you consider the audio edition of Dear Lupin... Letters to a Wayward Son to be better than the print version?
yes. it brings the father and son to life.
What did you like best about this story?
the letters wrote from to Charlie from his father over the years. always willing to help and support him with some humour along the way.
What about Nicky Henson’s performance did you like?
both narrators brought the story to life.
Did you have an emotional reaction to this book? Did it make you laugh or cry?
It was funny and I was sad when it ended.
Any additional comments?
found the list of people and animals a bit long but in the end it didn't really matter.
I enjoyed the book and was glad I bought it
1 of 1 people found this review helpful
What a wonderful legacy for a father to unwittingly leave a wayward son and family. The difference between the hopes and expectations of the different generations and humour gently crafted through his correspondence is a delight. What a pleasure it must have been to have known Roger Mortimer and how admirably he coped with what must have been with the reduced expectations of his son's journey through life.