A charming, witty and touching collection of letters from a father to his son, that became a huge bestseller in hardback.
Nostalgic, witty and filled with characters and situations that people of all ages will recognise, Dear Lupin is the entire 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 each and 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 wrote more than 150 letters to his son as he left school, and lived in places such as 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.
As well as being the funniest book I've read in ages, it's also extremely touching. A delight then, on every front. - The Spectator
By turns exasperated, affectionate, touching and wry, the letters brim with a father's love for his son. An absolute delight. - Daily Mail
...this book makes you cry as well as laugh. - Daily Telegraph
These hilarious missives from an eccentric father to an errant son have all the playful oddity of the Dear Bill letters. - Sunday Times
Very, very funny. - Sunday Times
A collection of brilliantly written letters from a world-weary father to his feckless son. They could offer a money back guarantee if you don't laugh - the publishers' money would be safe. - Guardian Books of the Year
In an era when letter writing is a vanishing art form, this idiosyncratic collection from a father to his errant son is a delight. - Telegraph
Herein is comedy gold... a delight, a labour of fatherly love in which a deep if slightly exasperated affection is always legible between the lines. - Racing Post