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I wrote a book about my father, and discovered too late that there is always more to know

By prospect   November 2000

before my mother, my father had another wife; an American woman called Leatrice with whom he had a child. And before my father, Leatrice was attached to my father’s best friend. Her switch from the best friend to my father caused some friction. All this happened in Dublin in the early 1950s.

Spool forward to 1983. I lived in London. At a party in west Hampstead, given by a friend who was a composer, I bumped into my father’s sometime best friend. He lived in London now, he had a family, and he and my father had long since made…

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