The publishers wanted the material quickly, so Cynthia took to writing at home in Mallorca daily. I thought it would keep me occupied and it hasn’t stopped keeping me occupied.” I started thinking about it and I thought it might be very good therapy. I’ve gone through divorce and death, inheritance problems and all of the horrors that big money brings people.”With both books there seems to be a similarity in Cynthia’s motives – therapy rather than financial reward.” I really wasn’t going to do it,” she smiles, explaining how ‘John’ came about.”Three years ago it was suggested that I write the book by Julian (Cynthia’s son by John) and his business manager. The reason I wrote it was not to make millions, it was to express what I’d been through and also speak to John at the time, because I was not in a position to speak to him, because he’d gone off with Yoko, so in a way it was a letter, an extended letter.”īetween her first book and her latest, Cynthia also had a tough twenty seven years of life to tell us about.”What’s happened since has been mega in so many ways. So why,after so many years, was 2005 suddenly the right time to tell her story? And why after she’d already written “A Twist Of Lennon” in 1978? The first book, she tells me, lighting a cigarette,”was a very cathartic situation. Today, as Cynthia finishes the three day task of replying personally to all of the letters she’s received from readers since the book was published, is a milestone in the project. It has helped her to lead a “normal life” with her fourth husband Noel Charles.Īnd being in such a tranquil place, she says, has also helped her tosit down and write ‘John’ the very honest account of her marriage,divorce and life both with and without John Lennon, published in2005. This quiet piece of Mallorca, it seems, is Cynthia’s retreat. Even by Mallorcan standards, it’s an environment that encourages you to drop back a gear or two and this, is how Cynthia likes it. Tucked around the corner from a secluded cove, the house,although on a residential street, sits high above it on a series of leafy terraces, each its own little oasis of palms, plants and places to sit. It’s a sunny spring afternoon and on Cynthia’s shady terrace, allis calm.

Deep, brown, smiling eyes rimmed with kohl, the heavy blonde fringe that still suits her and a beautiful jade necklace that adds a touch of flower power to an elegant black outfit. At home in Mallorca, as she greets me with a warm welcome and a soft Liverpuddlian lilt, Cynthia Lennon is instantly recognisable.

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