Released on 20 April 2017.

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Let Go My Hand

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'A humane, humorous and ultimately extremely moving novel' Guardian
'A darkly comic, deeply moving and thoroughly modern father-son love story' Mail on Sunday
'Tremendously moving, fiercely intelligent and very, very funny' Paul Murray

Louis Lasker loves his family dearly – apart from when he doesn’t. There’s a lot of history. His father’s marriages, his mother’s death; one brother in exile, another in denial; everything said, everything unsaid. And now his father (the best of men, the worst of men) has taken a decision which will affect them all and has asked his three sons to join him on one final journey across Europe.

But Louis is far from sure that this trip is a good idea. His older half-brothers are wonderful, terrible, troublesome people. And they’re as suspicious as they are supportive . . . because the truth is that they’ve never forgiven their father for the damaging secrets and corrosive lies of his past. So how much does Louis love his dad – to death? Or can this flawed family’s bond prove powerful enough to keep a dying man alive?

Let Go My Hand is a darkly comic and deeply moving twenty-first-century love story between a son, his brothers and their father. Through these vividly realized characters, it asks elemental questions about how we love, how we live, and what really matters in the end. Frequently funny, sometimes profound, always beautifully written, this intimate and life-affirming novel shows the Booker-longlisted author of Self Help at his brilliant best, and confirms his reputation as one of Britain’s most intelligent and powerful writers.

In the media

A slick tear-jerker played for laughs . . . bristles with manic energy
Sunday Telegraph
Edward Docx’s philosophical novel follows a father and sons on their last journey . . . the novel asks what it is that can keep a family together . . . the quartet’s bickering assumes the quality of a big, discursive Russian novel – Fathers and Sons, Oblomov, The Brothers Karamazov – reeling through religion, romance, happiness and history . . . There’s a great deal of this sort of stuff: brain pickings from physics, philosophy, psychology, literature . . . Docx is certainly capable of painting things afresh . . . [but] it’s in the creation of a squabbling, breathing family unit that this novel succeeds most.
New Statesman
Docx has a gift for assessing "the exact shape and weight of other people's inner selves, the architecture of their spirit" and even his most ancillary characters flare into being, vital and insistent
The New Yorker