In many of the Pook Books the part of the eternal woman behind Pook is played by the lovely Olga. Some readers asked to hear more about her, so Pook’s Tale of Woo is mainly devoted to her—and her eternal mother, Mrs. Brown. We see how the faithful and long-suffering Olga, engaged once more to Pook, is swept off her feet by the handsome, emotional Italian, Enrico, the dynamic lover who also becomes engaged to her in a tight threesome of who-woos-who. How Pook deals with this situation in Italy, becoming engaged to Enrico’s cousin in the process during a romantic Mediterranean cruise on a munitions ship, is a revelation in the wiles of women when they collect their male. Pook also tells of his early struggles as an actor, lecturer and writer for Sex International and the women’s magazines, and of his later struggles with his Producer’s wife in the film world. Peter Pook has written such an amusing book that even Olga’s mother smiled when she censored the script!

Peter Pook has graced many professions in his time, and has escaped from many difficult situations. In this latest adventure he takes up the task of teaching, bringing to his duties that unique blend of dedicated hilarity and profound near-scholarship which his thousands of readers find so hard to do without. The reader is taken right into the staffroom and classrooms of Cudford Secondary Modern School, to meet the very people we knew in the happiest days of our lives—the fat boy who sat next to us, the cutie who passed us inky love-notes, as well as the fiery Headmaster, Gym Mistress, and Fräulein. Naturally, Pook’s own extra-curricular activities involve him with the female teachers, but he does what passes for his best to conceal these affairs from his pupils, who lap up anything to do with S-E-X as eagerly as the staff themselves. Educationalists will be intrigued by Pook’s unorthodox approach to teaching in the Pop Age, when he strives to impart a knowledge of English to the D stream, who often find difficulty in using even their mother tongue. The N.U.T. and N.A.S. will be delighted by this shrewd appraisal of their problems, while the ordinary reader—Pook-addict or fresher—will revel in this lesson in laughter.

Lieutenant Pook sounds pretty good, at least it did to Pook himself, who was seconded to the Royal Ramsami Navy to undertake the strangest mission ever to befall a naval officer. Precisely what that mission was, though, Pook never quite discovered. Assisted by Honners as navigating officer, Peter Pook sets out from the Eastern state of Ramsam as crack naval diver of the Fleet, on board the mystery ship Soonong. In command of the vessel is one of the toughest characters ever to sail the notorious China Coast, Commander Bray—250lb of the liverish breed that made Britain great, whose brilliant seamanship has made his name a legend throughout the repair yards of the Orient. His dislike of Pook is apparent from the first, and is helped along by jealousy over a beautiful half-caste girl, whom Pook unwittingly introduces to a house of ill-fame in the wicked city of Shaggapore. With superb confidence, born of utter incompetence, Pook blunders through the hazards of naval diving, religious taboos and Oriental marriage, under the all-seeing eye of the Nawab of Ramsam. He flirts with the Nawab’s wife, falls in love with a night-club singer, swims across a sacred lake and finally becomes enmeshed in the macabre religious practices of the Ramsamis. Nevertheless he still finds time to be shipwrecked in the Bay of Bengal and sink a warship under his captain’s feet. Happily, Commander Bray and Lieutenant Pook decide to bury the past like true shipmates and as a result of this resolve their bloody fight on the waterfront of Chattoo dockland sets a new standard in human conflict and endurance, albeit a new low in naval discipline. Whether or not the reader is acquainted with Pook’s earlier adventures in Banking on Form, Pook in Boots and Pook in Business, he will recognize this personality as the funniest on the current comedy scene.

Beneath the mirth and action of Playboy Pook is a serious attempt by the author to recapture those lush days of England before the war, and to get inside the minds of the young people who were fortunate enough to enjoy that fascinating era. The book is a sequel to Pook’s Tender Years, enabling the reader to meet again some delightful friends of Pook’s childhood and those adults like Aunt Mabel whose impression on youngsters remains throughout their lives. And no Pook book is complete without Honners, the arrogant little nobleman, whose efforts to evade parachute-jump training with the school cadet corps must be ranked as funny as anything Pook has yet written. Playboy Pook contains several memorable scenes, not the least of which is an unforgettable educational cruise to Greece, where young Puddle tries to purloin part of the Parthenon, Honners discovers a unique way of entering nightclubs without paying and Pook becomes involved with a passionate lady of the town in an Athens casino which he mistakes for a tube station.

Warning: the Publishers wish to state that they can accept no responsibility for the Pook addiction which will be the inevitable result of reading this book. Persons reading it do so as their own risk. Peter Pook is desperate for money. He decides therefore to marry it, figuring this to be the shortest way to eliminate the normal forty years’ graft known as earning a living. He selects Africa as his hunting ground, and soon tracks a rich quarry, but he loses her to a rival Romeo. Naturally he plans to accompany the happy couple on their honeymoon. With characteristic durability, Pook strikes gold in Johannesburg. He woos an heiress (against strong Afrikaans competition), but he has to live while doing so. To this end, he takes a job in the Capricorn Bank, where one of his duties is to wage financial war against the bank’s most powerful customer. This customer, of course, is the lady’s father. Devotion to duty demands deportation. “Surely there is some remote corner of Darkest Africa,” sighs the bank manager, “where I can work out my service till pension without Pook.” Pook meanwhile is beset by lions in the dreaded Mwanga jungle. The hilarity of this latest Pook book has to be experienced, and Pook’s many fans will revel in this unique exercise in laughter.

Readers who opened a fun account with Banking on Form and Bwana Pook will be delighted by this latest addition to their libraries. When a bank clerk struggles as hard as Pook does to live an eventful life, he is sure to get into trouble with the Manager. Mr Putty and his Chief Clerk, Mr.Pants, disapprove strongly of Pook’s appearance as the nude prude in an all-colour girlie film, and when Pook and our old friend Honners take the Manager to a strip club, their account goes deep into the red. Of course, no Pook book would be complete without a bit of wooing, and who better for Pook to woo than the Bank Chairman’s daughter? How his plans are thwarted by the ancient ledger-keeper, Mr. Pills, must be read to be believed. Suffice to say that against an authentic background of commercial practice Pook hits a new high in hilarity.

Banking on Form was so funny people said, that they daren’t read it in public places—but Pook in Boots is even funnier! Leaving the Bank, Pook continues his aggressive career in the Royal Marines, where he mixes with earls and orphans—leading them all cheerfully to perdition, willingly aided by the smallest Marine on record, the Hon. Lesley Pilkington-Goldberg. Opposing Pook and his dislike of discipline is that magnificent character Sergeant Canyon—fifteen stone of bad-tempered Saxon warrior—whose epic encounter with Pook in the Unarmed Combat Class is still remembered with awe by those who saw it. Running through the story is the love-interest of Pook’s girlfriends—unexpectedly connected with his celebrated inter-Service bout with the notorious Bandsman Bangle, which is described here for the first time. Because, as Pook remarks, “any fool can read a love yarn but it takes grit to read this type of literature.” We meet the shrewdest tactician of them all in Lieutenant Tudor—late house-detective at a London hotel—whose fondness for the ladies is second only to his skill in battle. What happens to Pook during the disastrous Exercise Seaweed, followed by the extraordinary Passing Out Parade and a hilarious party in the West End night-club, will confirm his position as the biggest laughter-raiser in the business. Colonel Tank sums up wisely when he observes: “Sometimes I wonder if I’m C.O. of a crack fighting regiment or the manager of a West End hotel for spies.”