TO MY SON, THE TEEN-AGE DRIVER by Henry Gregor Felsen

TO MY SON, THE TEEN-AGE DRIVER

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KIRKUS REVIEW

It is difficult to imagine teenage boys coming to this on their own. Mr. Felsen is as sound as a tuned up motor on his subject, but the tone is heavily patriarchal and he chose to direct his words to the reader as he evidently did to his own son -- ""Today you are a fairly big and rugged boy..."" However, nudged into reading it by driving course instructors, readers will find the book offers food for discussion and digestion. It covers the hazards of driving, the responsibilities that go with a driver's license and the temptations that come with car ownership (the car as sex symbol, speed as sexual sublimation, and mobility as a substitute for facing reality). As the author himself says, ""...if there is no limit to the amount of advice one wants to give, there is a limit to the amount of advice another wants to -- or is able--to get"". This is the self-delimiting aspect of the book which is most likely to find its audience only through the push of a concerned adult. Report complete in these pages.

Pub Date: March 23rd, 1964
Publisher: odd, Mead