This English novelist confesses himself at the start as somewhat of a Roosedevelt here worshipper, who has steeped himself in the nine volumes of his papers, and followed every phase of his career. Accepting this stricture on the objectivity of his portrait, the reader will find this a fandango of adulation, but a thoroughly readable and interesting picture of a world figure. Machensie does not attempt to view him as a party leader; he traces the details of his career proving his consistency of character, though recognising his legitimate shifts' on policy. He indicates his clear sense of direction, his luck -- even his paralysis played a part in his creative destiny -- and today his asset in mastery of radio. He judges him by behavior, not by theories -- and proclaims him as a man of destiny.