Judy Golding writes beautifully and from the heart, and there are few subjects she could better lend this talent to than her late father - though 'The Children Of Lovers' paints a welcomely rich portrait of the rest of her family, too, particularly Judy herself (despite her humbly attempting to play her own story down). You feel like you are getting to know the Goldings throughout, and each difficulty and bereavement they experience hits you, too. As the book meanders through William Golding's life and soul, the sense of huge, inevitable loss approaching grows more and more palpable, and indeed I cried at the end, though I knew both what it would be and the details of it already.
In The Guardian's review snippet at the start of the book, Judy is quoted as saying 'one of the attractions for me in writing a memoir has been the tantalising prospect of bringing my father to life again.' The reviewer says simply 'the prospect is fulfilled', and I couldn't agree more. Judy Golding shows, with tenderness and flair, that a tale thought of as well-trodden is her own, and one deeper and more alive than than any casual knowledge could imagine. A richly important addition to the volume of work about William Golding, and so much more besides.