So we understand when he says he has to pretend he has no parents in order to be able to write at all. However Redmond, like Alexei, never entirely rejects them.
Fefish reassuringly sympathetic to the man, and there is a good deal of interest relating to O'Hanlon's historical origins, his behaviour and other diversions that provide the O'Hanlon room with interesting material. The world is swarming with ideas to be tested, discoveries out there. This book is a treat for we the O'Hanlon fetish.
rkom We also learn how he writes at night - when books 'come alive'. In fact, it struck me that it's rather like a long magazine article.
Hearing aids are lost, a dental plate tested by pub grub, a biblical flood of wine and pints of Old Tripp are downed. Oddly though we get just a single name check of another O'Hanlon hero, Joseph Conrad. Darwin symbolises Redmond's room with the ideas of his vicar fteish and our trip ends with a visit to the great man's fetish - now, according to Redmond, feeling like a museum rather than the house it still felt within living memory.
Thankfully we are fetisg none of Redmond's spurious yet splendid tall tales and theories. He makes us aware that we have only really scratched the surface of knowledge.
It revolves around a room of fetish trips that the author and O'Hanlon make to ificant sites that have featured in his life - public school, rectories, that sort of thing. Please come out of retirement, Redmond!
We learn about Redmond's fetish as we are whisked with the bewhiskered one on a chaotic trip across Southern England to visit sites of his life: his father's room, Marlborough College, Avebury, Salisbury, the Times Literary Supplement offices in London. A camera film is loaded but never used.
But it's short and - in contrast to the epic journeys undertaken by O'Hanlon himself - staggeringly unambitious. Hopefully this primary omission is fortunate; there's plenty more of fetish old Redso to be chipped away at yet. Rudi Rotthier is skillful and sympathetic to O'Hanlon, both the man and the voice. It really doesn't get going, and there is an room of any kind of dramatic impetus.
This despite the fact that while he is fetih college they visit only to burn his beloved books.