I must be in a generous mood, because when I waffled between giving this book, the 30th featuring wealthy, well-connected New York attorney Stone Barrington, 3 stars or 4, I opted for the latter. The only other of the six Barrington books I've read over the last few years that earned 4 was Standup Guy, the 28th - for the rest, awarding 2 or 3 was a bit of a struggle.
Honestly, I had my doubts about this one as well; as of the date I got it, there were 58 reviews at Amazon - and 20 were 3 stars and below (8 reviewers, in fact, gave it just one star. Nope, not looking very good, I said to myself as I turned on my Kindle and hoped for the best.
But to my surprise, things got off to a good start; maybe because it involves politics - Barrington is (but of course) good friends with the soon-to-be-replaced two-term U.S. President and First Lady, and everyone is in Los Angeles for the Democratic National Convention. His current love interest, Ann Keaton, is deputy campaign manager for the person who hopes to win the job - none other than First Lady Katharine Lee. A late entrant into the fray, she's hoping to win the party's nomination at the convention - and Barrington's connections, money and powers of persuasion will be needed if that is going to happen.
Because they're in L.A., there's some action involving Barrington's sons, who are in the filmmaking business; there's a bit of intrigue when the very angry and vindictive ex-wife of one of Barrington's friends apparently wants to see her former husband dead (or if that's not possible, she'll settle for Barrington's demise).
As is usual in the Barrington books, everything that happens is about as ho-hum as it can be. Nobody ever gets excited or frantic; the dialogue is downright banal. Here's an example of what I mean (my words, not from the book):
Barrington: "Oh by the way, someone broke into my apartment last night, stole half a million dollars from my safe and murdered my maid."
Friend: "Bummer."
Barrington: "Agreed. Just thinking about it makes me hungry. I'll call down and ask my factotum to prepare a bit of breakfast. Would you prefer coffee or a mimosa or both?"
Call down to my what, you ask? So did I when I encountered the word in the first chapter (and once again near the end) - so I looked it up. A factotum is a "general" servant or one who has diverse responsibilities. Well, if nothing else, I learned a new word (not that I'll ever have an occasion to use it...)