The Grease Monkey's Tale
by Paul Burman
I have endeavoured in this little book review to a literary comment, which shall not put our readers out of humour with themselves, with each other, with the season, or with me.
My review will be honest and true for although a skillful flatterer is a most delightful companion if you have him all to yourself, his taste becomes very doubtful when he takes to complimenting other people.
Cars are my passion. What I have ever sighed for has been to retreat to a Top Gear hanger, and live entirely surrounded by cars - and books. And rest assured it will be a real book, electric communication will never be a substitute for the feel and smell of paper which lifts the soul and encourages another person to be brave and true.
Paul's book will sit by me in my Top Gear hanger as it is a literary creation, the whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists. It is this love that settles on each page and delights the reader. There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts, this is not one of those, indeed The Grease Monkey's Tale is a far, far better thing that I could do, indeed that I have ever done; it is infact the best novel I have ever known. Paul brings his literary flourish and mixes it with a world of action, with no moping and droning in like a Dan Brown novel.
Paul, once a gentleman, always a gentleman is a writer with dignity, and even holiness too and his waistcoats are rather finer than some people imagine.
So happy, happy Christmas, to a novel that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the reader back to his own fireside and quiet home! May Paul Burman's book grace their houses pleasantly, and no one wish to lay it down.
God bless us every one.
Editors note : Paul's Xmas stocking filling book can be found here.