The Last Open Road
Written by Burt
ST. Martin's Press, New York, New York
"Why, of course.
It's the bloody cars that win races," he said
matter-of-factly. The drivers can only lose
Sometimes the best
part of a race weekend is sitting down after
the fact and swapping stories instead of
paint. Now picture this time the narrator
being a man with character, insight and humor
telling the tale and you have Burt Levy and
his book The Last Open Road. From the lines
such as the one above - you know Burt has the
inside track and is a true racing aficionado.
He feels what as a racerchick or racerdude you
feel and perfectly puts it to paper. One of
the best attributes of this novel is the
reader does not have to be an automotive or
mechanical historian. Buddy Palumbo, out of
high school, lands a job as a mechanic at the
local gas station. The story chronicles his
growth as a young man, mechanic and a race fan,
fine tuning his personality along the way.
Burt Levy marvelously describes the main
character's mounting racing addiction -- something we all can relate to.
I am amazed how each
character can remind you of someone you have
met and each event remind you of somewhere you
have been. Everything is detailed in a way to
easily visualize and be a part of the history
of racing in the 1950s - a great decade in the
Call this the car
lover's best harlequin romance - the love
between racer and racing. If you want
literature - read Jane Austen. But if you want
a great story, pick up The Last Open Road. I
sure hope you do.