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The Bill From My Father

Repayment in full

Bernard Cooper
Picador, 240pp, £12.99,

Simon Baker

Thursday, 1st March 2007

The title refers to a real document. The author once received a formal letter on foolscap from Edward, itemising the author’s upbringing and demanding a $2 million repayment. Just a month before, Edward had promised to buy Bernard a car, but was unable to beat down the salesman during the inevitable argument about price. This public humiliation is the author’s only way of explaining the subsequent demand (which led to nothing, but which Bernard initially took seriously, knowing his father only too well).

Beyond observing that senility exacerbated his father’s antagonistic nature, Bernard Cooper does not attempt to explain the cause of all this. Perhaps he wished to avoid the unoriginal ‘weakness disguised as strength’ motif. However, that motif becomes irresistible. Edward, although successful, was ever-conscious of his gritty upbringing. As the author puts it, ‘Nothing infuriated my father as much as having his grammar corrected.’ He would occasionally commit solecisms such as ‘the guy don’t know’; each time he did so, ‘his eyes would widen at the realisation, and he’d bluster with fancy, ready-made phrases’. It could be that his anger was defensive, an uncivilised response from an occasionally uncivilised man (whose idea of relaxation was a tin of peanuts in front of Wheel of Fortune). But a good memoirist, unlike a bad novelist, knows that people are not two-dimensional, and the author acknowledges that Edward could be goonishly witty and remarkably non-judgmental for a man of his generation; Bernard’s homosexuality, for instance, was never criticised.

There is more than just Bernard and Edward’s relationship in this elegant memoir. Possibly the most affecting passages are those describing the premature deaths of Bernard’s three older brothers, who each succumbed to illnesses. One of them, Gary, had the unenviable distinction of once finding his father being fellated by a secretary. Edward’s response to this was so absurd as to be almost heroic: ‘He continued to talk with Gary as if nothing had happened, his hands calmly folded atop an ink blotter.’ Not a good man to know, perhaps, but a great one to read about.

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