The Majority Leader Cale Caldwell of the US Senate is murdered in the larger of the Senate Dining Rooms during a reception in his honor hosted by his wife, Veronica. It was by an ice pick behind a screen near the table with the decimated shrimp tree (I for one was very happy it happened after the shrimp had been devoured - the description was a thing of beauty not to go to waste). With 200 possible witnesses/suspects, the MPD is overwhelmed and of course the Senate must convene a special committee to investigate and hire a special counsel. Oh how apt was it to read this mystery set in 1979 or 1980 after spending a week watching the chaos in the House while McCarthy gave away the store over 15 votes to become its Majority Leader?!
At the center of this murder mystery is Lydia James, a 40 year old former criminal defense lawyer now heading a successful firm specializing in FCC licensing, who is asked by the widow to be special counsel to the Senate committee - and no relation or connection to NYS current AG, Letitia James but I kept envisioning her as Letitia because for a 40 year old woman attorney to be that successful in 1980 she had to be one of the best attorneys out there. It wasn't until 1973 that law schools started admitting more than half a dozen to a dozen women to its classes. Just the numbers of women in law were miniscule in those days, though more numerous than the number of women in the Senate - I believe that Sen. Nancy Kassebaum, R - Kas, was the only woman in the Senante at the time this book was written in 1980. I applaud Truman for making our special counsel a woman.
It provided a wonderful backdrop to show how women lawyers were considered and treated generally, mostly in subtle but very accurate ways. I was not yet a lawyer -- didn't go to law school until 1982 -- but I worked in law firms and know it well because it was still happening when I began to practice law.
The mystery is reasonably complex though I figured out a good deal of it. Events of the time were a clear influence - there's a religious cult (this was 2 years after the Jonestown Massacre), references to the Jean Harris murder trial, and a damaging videotape that was first missing then kept changing hands -- all of course pulled from major events of the 1970s. I was instantly back in 1980 - with no answering machines, land lines and payphones, library research and xerox copies, a metallic blue Buick Skylark with speakers mounted in the rear deck, Flair pens, the Early American decorating style, and most of all the frequent way the (male) senators and the MPD chief refer to Lydia as a girl, the casual sexual invitations addressed to her. the lack of respect. I did find myself occasionally chafing at her response or placid acceptance -- and then I remembered how you just picked your battles and kept on with your job when it was just words. That was the world and Truman depicted it well.
My critique is mostly that Lydia talked way too freely to her lover about the murder and her investigation to the point that I felt she violated the Professional Code of Ethics as a lawyer. But then who was her client? The Senate? No, the People of the US. So maybe she wasn't.