“Among the funniest [letters] ever dispatched in the vain hope of steering a black sheep onto something like the straight and narrow.” —The Wall Street Journal
“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
Nostalgic, witty, and original, Dear Lupin by Roger Mortimer and Charlie Mortimer tracks the entire correspondence between a father and his only son. When the book begins, Charlie, the son, is studying at Eton, although the studying itself is not a priority, much to his father's chagrin. After Charlie graduates and moves from South America to Africa and eventually back to London, Roger continues to write regularly, offering advice (which is rarely heeded) as well as humorous updates from home (“Your mother has had the flu. Her little plan to give up spirits for Lent lasted three and a half days”). Roger’s letters range from reproachful (“You may think it mildly amusing to be caught poaching in the park; I would consider it more hilarious if you were not living on the knife edge”) to resigned (“I am very fond of you, but you do drive me round the bend”), but his correspondence is always filled with warmth, humor, and wisdom that offers unique insight into the relationship between father and son.
Charlie Mortimer was born in 1952 and educated at Wellesley House, Broadstairs and (reluctantly) Eton. He has been, among other things, an officer in the Coldstream Guards, a vintage car restorer, an estate agent, a roughneck on an oil rig, a pop group manager, a mechanic in Africa, a manufacturer of boxer shorts and an antiques dealer. He currently describes himself as a “middle aged, middle class spiv (mostly retired).”