Transworld Publishers Ltd

Cyril Avery is not a real Avery or at least that’s what his adoptive parents tell him. And he never will be. But if he isn’t a real Avery, then who is he?

In January 2006, a month or two after my father died, I thought I saw him again - a momentary impression of an old man, a little stooped, setting off for a walk in his characteristic fawn corduroys and shabby quilted jacket.

'Subtle, intelligent and humane' Sunday Telegraph 'Boyne not only opens up conversations, he writes beautifully and sensitively' Woman&Home 'A perceptive, moving exploration of guilt, grief and complicity' Sunday Express

My previous books were great and sold extremely, unbelievably well--even the ones by dishonest, disgusting so-called journalists. But those writers didn't understand Trump, because quite frankly they were major losers.