We were a PBS family when I was growing up, so I'm familiar with Jim Leher's brand of non-nonsense, just-the-facts brand of nonpartisan Gentlemen Journalism. Much of The Last Debate can be categorized as Leher's doleful lament to what he sees as the end of journalistic integrity. There's too much entertainment, too much personality, too much partisanship, too much arrogance, too much corporatism, too much profiteering, not enough dignity, not enough politeness. In the world of the novel, journalists of the 90s are dubbed "clownalists" by the cynical masses (witticisms do not come naturally to Leher it seems). All of this has an unfortunately fusty creakiness to it - especially when paired with novel's grumpy anti-computer (?) sentiment and strange obsession with Affirmative Action. I'm unsure whether those passages were a critique of the entrenched racism in the American political/journalistic machine or if it was just Jim airing more grandpa-like grievances. Very much old-man-yells-at-cloud vibes.
As much as the novel is Leher's disgruntled treatise on what's wrong with modern American journalism, it's also his fantasy of America. He imagines an America where a presidential debate ends up being the most watched television program in history, where people are literally stopping in the street and running into bars in order to watch the explosive actions of journalists. A presidential debate is regarded multiple times as having the significance of a military coup or an assassination. It's an America where a republican candidate getting accused of domestic violence and saying "fuck" on live television is enough for right-wing voters to completely abandon him (as if...). "History is being made," characters intone to one another with graveness and awe. This is definitely not Trump's America. In these ways, the read is rather quaint, almost wistfully utopian. Journalism itself is held in the highest of esteems: it's a fast-paced, intrigue-infused mystery game, all about finding clues and putting the story together; sometimes assuming other identities if that means getting the scoop! Wowsers! It made me think Leher probably considers Brenda Starr the journalistic ideal.
All in all, it's a breezy, almost cozy read. Minus a full star because any time Leher wrote a character of color or a young character, I was grinding my teeth. He constantly has a Mexican journalist interjecting "olé" and saying things like "Enough of this taco shit." A black journalist's inner monologue includes such unnecessities as"I'm just a black girl," or "What is this white lady talking about?" It's not that their respective races are integral to their characters, their races dominant any other characterization with one-note reminders that hey, you're reading the perspective of a person of color now lest you forget! Leher, who was in his early 60s when he wrote this, has his 34-year-old protagonist muse "Easy come easy go, especially for those of us who are sexually active." I'm turning 34 in two weeks...I wonder if I'll instantly start sounding like someone double my age.