A ghost story with a twist—a suspenseful and poignantly funny update of Hamlet
A triumph of originality and humor, this clever novel by British author Matt Haig gives us Hamlet redux with an unforgettable voice all his own. When eleven-year-old Philip Noble is confronted by the ghost of his recently deceased father and asked to avenge his death, the boy finds himself in a thorny dilemma. Revenge, after all, is a tricky business—especially when Philip is already distracted by his girlfriend, school bullies, self-doubt, and all the other challenges of adolescence. Viewing the adult world through the eyes of a young boy, The Dead Fathers Club is a brilliant, quirky take on a classic tale.
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The First Time I Saw Dad After He
Died
It was two hours after the funeral
and everyone was downstairs in the Pub.
I walked down the
hall and pushed the door and went into the smoke and all the voices went quiet
like I was the ghost.
Carla the Barmaid
was wearing her hoop earrings and her tired eyes. She was pouring a pint and
she smiled at me and she was going to say something but the beer spilt over the
top.
Uncle Alan who is Dads brother was there wearing his suit that was tight with his
neck pouring over like the beer over the glass. His big hands still had the
black on them from mending cars at the Garage. They were over Mums hands and
Mums head was low like it was sad and Uncle Alans head kept going down and he
lifted Mums head up with his eyes. He kept talking to Mum and he looked at me
for a second and he saw me but he didnt say anything. He just looked back at
Mum and kept pouring his words that made her forget about Dad.
Nan was sitting on her own with her silver sticks on the seat next to her and she
was drinking red juice like blood in her glass.
Her eyes went in a squint and made her face more wrinkly and she saw me. Her
skeleton hand said Come here come here so I went and sat with her and she just
stared at me and didnt say anything at first. She just looked round at everyone
and went Sssss because of her pains like she had a puncture.
After a bit she said Ee now come on pet dinny you fret. It will be all right son.
Nan lives in Sunderland and she speaks Sunderlanguage. Mum used to live in
Sunderland but she hates it and says it is a Ghost Town and she doesnt talk
Sunderlanguage only a bit when she talks to Nan but most of the time she talks
normal.
Nan said Youre not a little bairn now son. Youre the man of the place.
I am 11 so I am not a little bairn and I am not a man but I didnt say anything I
just nodded my head a bit and Carla came and gave me a glass of Pepsi.
Carla said in her croaky frog voice Theres a glass of Pepsi duck.
She put it on the table and smiled at me with her thin lips and she itched the dryness on her arm
and then smiled at Nan and she went back to the bar.
Nan kept on saying things and I just drank my Pepsi and looked round at the people. I think most
of them were happy that the Pub was open and they were talking louder than at
the funeral because funerals make voices quiet and beer makes voices loud so
now they were speaking about normal.
The Regulars were there like Big Vic and Les who were at the bar and smoking Hamlet
cigars and speaking to Carla.
Carla always talked to men since her Divorce and since she stopped falling over and getting
the bruises. Mum used to tell Dad she thought Carla was an Old Tart but she
liked her really. I dont know if Carla is older than Mum because she has twins
in my Year at school but she looks older than Mum.
Les didnt look happy but Les never looked happy and that is why Dad always called him Les
Miserable. And when I was looking at them Big Vic looked at me and normally
when he looked at me he smiled or said something funny like Oi Philip its your
round. But that day he looked away as soon as his eyes touched my eyes as if
looking at my eyes could be dangerous or make him ill or as if my eyes had
lasers in them that cut him in half.
I moved my eyes and watched Mum and Uncle Alan and I wanted Uncle Alans hands to stop holding
Mums hands and they did stop when Renuka went and talked to Mum. Renuka is Mums
best friend who goes to Step class with her on Mondays and Thursdays where they
Step on boxes for an hour to make their bums smaller. Renuka had been with Mum
lots this week and she had made 700 cups of tea and Uncle Alan looked cross now
because when Renuka talks no one can fit words in because she doesnt have any
spaces.
I kept looking round the bar and Nan kept talking to me and that is when I saw him. That is
when I saw Dads Ghost.
King Of The CASTLE
You are meant to be frightened when you see a ghost but I was not frightened because it felt completely normal which is weird because I had never seen a ghost before. He was just standing
there behind the smoke of Big Vics cigar and he was looking at me and not
scared of my eyes like everyone else was.
Carla was next to him serving drinks but she didnt notice him and I looked round and
no one noticed him apart from me. After she had served the drinks Carla walked
through Dads Ghost to go and see herself in the mirror which says Castle and
Falcon because that is the name of our Pub.
Dads Ghost was wearing the same clothes Dad was wearing the last time I saw him
which was at breakfast on the day he died when I made him cross because I
wanted the PlayStation. He was wearing his T shirt which said King of the
Castle with the word CASTLE written in red capital letters like on the sign
outside the Pub. But now all the colours were more faded because Dad was pale
and see through like the ghosts at the Haunted Mansion in Disney World and he
had blood running down from his hair.
Nan asked me Whats the matter pet?
She turned to see where I was looking but she couldnt see anything and Dads Ghost was now telling
me to follow him with his hand.
I said to Nan I need the toilet.
I went passed the bar and down the hall and into the back office where Dads Ghost walked through
the door.
I checked to see if anyone was looking and they werent so I opened the door
because I couldnt walk through it and Dads Ghost was standing in the corner by
the desk and the computer was on which was weird.
He nodded to the door and so I shut it and then he said Dont be scared.
I said Im not.
His voice sounded the same but different like he was standing far away but I could
hear him more clearly than ever. That doesnt make sense but that is how he
sounded.
And the second thing he said was Im sorry.
I said For what?
He said For everything.
And when he said it I thought he was talking about the past when he was alive but now I am not
sure.
I went across the room and I went to touch him and my hand went right through and
couldnt feel anything except a bit warmer but I might have just been thinking
that.
I dont think Dads Ghost liked me doing it but he didnt say anything but I didnt
do it again.
I said Are you a ghost?
It was a stupid question but I didnt know what to say.
He said Yes.
I said Where have you been?
He said I am not here all the time. I go on and off.
And I said Like a light bulb?
And he smiled but in a sad way and he said Yes like a light bulb. It is hard to
control where I go but I am getting better.
And I said Have you been to the Pub before?
He nodded his head and said You were asleep.
Then I asked him if he sees other ghosts and he said There are lots of ghosts in
Newark and they take some getting used to because they are all from different
ages. And I said It must be
weird seeing all the ghosts.
He said It is but you get used to it.
Then he was quiet for a second and then he said Philip.
So I said What?
But really I didnt want to know because I could tell from his voice that he was going to say
something bad like when Grandad died.
He said I have to tell you something.
And then he stopped for a minute and looked at the door and I wondered why he was looking
at the door but then Uncle Alan walked in and he never walks in the office and
Uncle Alan looked at the computer and he said Your Mum sent me to look for you.
And he was smiling and his big hands were holding his glass of whisky on his big
stomach. And he went over and touched my shoulder and he said Are you all right
Philip?
And I said Yes.
And he said Its been a tough day for all of us.
I said Yes.
I just wanted him to stop touching my shoulder.
I could see Dads Ghost looking at him and he was looking at him in a way I had
never seen him look at anyone before especially not his brother and I knew he
didnt like him being in the office. So I said Ill go out in a minute Im just
looking for something.
And Uncle Alan sighed and made the air smell of whisky and he was going to say something but
he wasnt my Dad and so he went out again and shut the door.
Then I looked at Dads Ghost who was flickering and screaming but with the volume
down and then he came back and he said I might not have long.
Then he faded out for about five seconds and came back.
He tried to speak and all I could hear was It wasnt And
then he tried again and again.
It
wasnt
It
It
was
It
wasnt
It
wasnt an axe
He
disappeared and I said Dad Dad Dad Come back! Come back!
But he didnt.
Then I heard a voice say Oh Philip and it was my Mums voice and I dont know how long
she had been there and Uncle Alan was now behind her and touching her shoulder
but she didnt feel the coldness down her back like I did.
The Bad News
Dad died because his car crashed into a bridge outside of Kelham which is a village near Newark. There was a picture of it on East Midlands Today and it showed the whole car hanging over
the edge like it was going to fall into the River Trent. All the windows were
smashed like spiders webs and the woman on the news was talking about the
bridge having to be closed for two months as if the bridge was the important
thing.
Before we saw the news there was a policeman who came to the back door and I knew the
policeman because he had been into the Pub before talking to Dad. The policeman
had a face like an empty plate and he opened and closed his mouth for a long
time with nothing coming out but air.
I was watching from the top of the stairs and they couldnt see me and I couldnt
hear them properly but I knew something was wrong from the way the policeman
had his hat on his chest.
And then they went into the office and shut the door and I could hear nothing for
ages and then I heard Mum. She was howling like a WOLF and the noise hurt my
stomach and I closed my eyes to try and hear the policeman and all he was saying
was Im sorry and he kept on saying it
Im sorry
Im sorry
Im sorry
and I knew that he hadnt done anything wrong because he was a policeman and policemen only say sorry if something very bad has happened. So I knew right then what the pain in my
stomach was. And I saw the policeman leave and the hat was in his hand but not
on his chest any more like the Bad News had been in there and set free. And I
saw Mum and she saw me but didnt see me properly and she went to the corner of
the hall by the radiator and sat down in a ball and cried and shook her head in
her hands and said No no no no no and everywhere round us looked the same but
bigger and I wanted to go and tell her it was OK but that would have been a lie
and so I just sat there and did nothing.
“The Dead Fathers Club has much to recommend it. . . . It’s ingenious.”
—USA Today
“Captures a studied, Haddonesque naivete.”
—Entertainment Weekly
“We now owe another debt to Shakespeare, and one to Haig, for re-imagining a tragic masterpiece with such wit, force, and—yes—originality.”
—Kirkus Reviews (starred review)
“Humorous and original.”
—Daily Mail (London)
“An absolutely irresistible read.”
—Booklist (starred review)