As his solicitor observes of the recently-deceased Shakespearean actor Harry Whittaker: he wasn’t a pleasant man. But now Harry is no longer in the land of the living, will the ghost of this vain, arrogant, selfish megastar discover his humanity at last, and will he finally learn to love anyone who’s not Harry himself?
As Harry finds himself reborn, so to speak, in the spirit world, he gets the chance to assess his earthly life and maybe make amends for some of the mistakes he’s made. But will he take this chance?
I enjoyed this story very much. It seems that Harry fathered several children, but he abandoned both the mothers and their offspring, paying them off with not-especially-generous monthly maintenance cheques, having no contact, and leaving the children comparatively derisory legacies in his will.
Richard, one of these children, wants nothing to do with his dead father. But Richard’s mother Deborah has always carried a torch for Harry, dragging out a pitiful existence in the great man’s shadow, and she sees his funeral as a chance to regain her rightful place in his life – or rather his afterlife. So the determined mother and her reluctant son go to the funeral of the UK’s most celebrated actor. Richard’s unwanted girlfriend Claire tags along too, shrieking with excitement at the sight of all those famous people.
The characters are all very believable and I could hear their voices in my head. The writing is fluent and accessible, charming me as I read. I found that the format of telling the individual stories of each of the central characters from their points of view always encouraged me to read on, anxious to find out what would happen next. A lovely book for a summer weekend!