Some time in the mid-1980s I recall, for a reason that eludes me, finding myself – at the time an advocate and rabble-rouser of sorts (or so I liked to think of myself) – in a pricey commercial lawyer’s den. Part way through the meeting he cited the classic line from Henry IV, Pt1 “But let us kill all the lawyers”: it was the first time I’d heard Shakespeare’s advocacy of juridicide – and as the years have gone by it seems to have acquired a populist following….. Lindsey Davis, in Falco’s 15th drolly witty and oh, so cynical outing has barely a kind word for the legal profession seen here as long game charlatans, exploiting their legal and senatorial positions for corrupt self-aggrandisement and pocket lining. Contempt for lawyers has a long (fictional, at least) pedigree.
Falco, still of an equestrian ranking but with excellent noble associations and bedmate, finds himself, and Associates, the sharp Helena Justina and her senatorial brothers drawn into legal proceedings involving corruption charges, murder, blackmail and all manner of jurisprudential malfeasance that threaten mayhem and destitution. The young brothers in law are coming along nicely, the imperial post as Procurator of Juno’s Geese keeps the household in omelettes, the children of course always well-behaved and young Albia, brought back from the recent outings to Britannia, seems handy in self- and household-defence when she needs to be. But Falco and associates find themselves up against players of the long game, looking to take down, or at least fleece, a vulnerable senatorial family with a secret.
There is all the cynicism and witty dialogue we’d expect of M D Falco, rich and compelling grounding in a thoroughly plausible imperial Rome and a suitably labyrinthine plot: thoroughly enjoyable – Davis and Falco & Associates continue to delight.