Marcia's Reviews > Mr. Lynch's Holiday

A strange but lovely story about Dermot Lynch and his son, Eamonn, with referenced appearances by their wives, Kathleen and Laura, respectively. And then, there's Lomaverde....

Opening lines:
He arrived on a cloudless day. As he stepped onto the tarmac, he looked up at the sky and saw nothing but blue and the traces left by other planes.

Thoughtful passages:
He found the pay phones and pulled an address book out of his bag. The book was ancient, a faded lady with a parasol on the cover, the Sellotape holding it together dried out and yellow. The pages bulged with various additions and amendments on old letters, birthday cards, and torn scrapes of a tea-bag box. Looking for Eamonn's details, he came across the phone numbers of various friends and family long dead or forgotten. It was strange to think that by pressing a few buttons he might hear some of their voices again. The book contained his and Kathleen's entire life, and the information it held was almost all obsolete.

and

I think sometimes you lose people and you barely know it at the time. It starts as a small crack. That's all it is. It takes years, a lifetime, before you notice what went out through the crack. How much you lost.