Thomas Harper, a nurse whose cowardice is only matched by his enormous capacity for self-loathing and guilt, ends up separated from his children after a pathetic attempt at an affair and the disintegration of his marriage. Hard as he strives to maintain contact with them over the next several years and be a meaningful part of their lives his ex-wife, embittered by events and enthusiastically aided by her parents, frustrates his every attempt until, eventually, all communication is severed and all is lost. Or so it seems until Tom, bereft and despairing, receives what he believes are hidden messages from his children. He then embarks on his own personal odyssey, as he exists beneath the radar of normal life, hunting in the strange hours and unfrequented places for the next message, the pursuit of which becomes his sole purpose and the reason for him to maintain his struggle against the demons in his head. Then, one summer afternoon, disaster strikes, threatening the fabric of Tom’s world and bringing him face-to-face with the circumstances of his own childhood. This is a story of painful self-discovery, failure, loss and redemption. It considers what it is to be a parent and the myriad ways in which we can fail in our endeavor to be a good one. Whilst it looks into the dark recesses of the mind, it does so with humour and humanity.
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About the Author
J Havelock is a pseudonym.
I am the wrong side of 40 and live in North Lincolnshire in the UK in a place with plenty of beauty, if you just take the time to look for it.
I have been writing, both professionally and for pleasure, for many years, but Larkin’s Promise is my first novel. Like many first novels, it is partly autobiographical, but with a liberal use of artistic license. Hence the pseudonym.
I am halfway through my next novel, Liability. It is a tale of marriage, dishonesty, honesty and morals, and how the truth can get lost and muddied through the years.
I also have a twitter site (140onthedot), in which I write occasional poems, all of which are exactly 140 characters – no more, no less! Some are better than others.
I hope you will be interested enough to read on, and thank you for visiting my website.