Frank Derrick’s Holiday of a Lifetime is the second book in the Frank Derrick series, and the third novel by British author, J. B. Morrison (aka musician Jim Bob). Frank Derrick is eighty-two and a half. A widower whose last friend died eighteen months ago, he lives with Bill, his cat, in the only house with stairs in Fullwind-on-Sea. His daughter Beth rings him regularly, if not often, from Los Angeles, and they keep in touch by email when Frank gets to the library.
But the latest phone-call has Frank worried: not only has Jimmy (the only decent fellow that Beth ever dated) left her, but Beth has lump in her breast. Beth tries to reassure her father that every will be OK, and Frank just can’t afford to visit her in America. But then he is given chance, and jumps at it: after all, it may be the last time he sees his daughter.
In the lead up to his holiday of a lifetime, his twenty-year-old granddaughter, Laura keeps him posted on her mother’s condition and moods by email, and tries to enlist him in her grand plan: to reunite Beth and Jimmy. He’s not sure her methods will be effective, but he can’t fault her intentions.
This book is set some 18 month after The Extraordinary Life of Frank Derrick, Aged 81, and Morrison gives the reader enough recap that it can be read as a stand-alone. Whereas the first book concentrated mainly on Frank’s plight after his accident, this one fills in some of his back story: the reader learns a lot more about his wife, Sheila, about Beth, Laura and Jimmy.
Again, Frank’s observations about ageing are both insightful and humorous: “He was eighty-two years old. He had to scroll down to the very bottom of the drop-down menus on the auction website that he’d registered on to find his year of birth. He was almost too old to be considered alive or at least to be using the Internet”. He refers to all those bothersome salespeople who ring his doorbell as “door-to-door spam”.
Frank is still giving people he encounters (amusing) Sioux names; his passage through check-in and security at the airport is hilarious; the remarks he imagines that Bill would make, if only he could speak, are sardonic; his inner monologue is filled with dry wit; and his manner of dealing with the telemarketer who rings Beth’s house is laugh-out-loud funny.
In addition to plenty of humour, Morrison’s tale has moments of sadness and also reminds the reader of the importance of communication with those we love and care about. Another heart-warming read that will have readers wondering if there is more to come for Frank Derrick.