A Month of Sundays E-BOOK

A Geoffry Chadwick Misadventure, Book 6 – Geoffry Chadwick loves a good party: what better way to send off his late wife, Elinor, than a party to celebrate her life? Geoffry wants to remember their marriage, love, and all the peaceful Sundays they shared together in the best way he knows how.

His decision directly triggers a chain of surprising events: in the midst of party planning and grief, a curveball arrives in the form of Harold, the son Geoffry never knew he had. Age seventy is rather late to begin navigating the uncharted waters of fatherhood: especially when the son is turning 50, bears an undeniable resemblance (and same acerbic wit) and brings a death-bed prom-night origin story from his late mother. Meanwhile, he must keep his overbearing sister Mildred, his aging mother, and long-time alcoholic best friend Larry at bay.

A Month of Sundays is a wry and human take on coming to terms with grief, old age and the unexpected twists of evolving family ties. Also included is the short story "Matthew and Chauncy", the basis for a 1989 NFB film Salut, Victor directed by Anne Claire Poirier.

"Edward O. Phillips's understated thrillers-cum-comedy-of-manners starring urbane, gay, Montreal anglophone Geoffry Chadwick, have always had a loyal following in the gay community. He commands loyalty from a broader sector - anyone who savours Wildean aphorism and pronouncements. I have always enjoyed the raunchy edge in Phillips's writing, but this time there is an added depth." — Betty Jane Wylie, The Globe and Mail

"Wry social comment is Phillips' business. And at his best, he adroitly pinpoints our current convoluted absurdities – so hard to see while they are in process of happening, so easy to see with hindsight." — Ken Adachi, Toronto Star

"The real meat and potatoes of the book are dished up in Geoffry's ironical opinions and epigrams. He skewers everything and everyone. Phillips also gives us scenes of rich comedy. Enjoy it for its waspish verbal zingers, its satire of convention and its wry insights." — Montreal Gazette