The Amorous Attorney (A Nick Williams Mystery)
By Frank W. Butterfield
Amazon, 2016
ASIN: B01H2BU2PC
190 pages
Four stars
I’m very much enjoying this new series by a new author (new to the genre, at least). Frank Butterfield uses his real name, and creates a world that is mostly fantasy, but then again, maybe not. Riffing on the Perry Mason novels by Ring Lardner, Butterfield gives them a very gay angle in a San Francisco that is, surprisingly for some, very anti-gay. In post-McCarthy America, homos are embattled, both in normal life and in Hollywood. Nick Williams is shielded from the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune by the many millions left to him by his notorious Uncle Paul. Nick lives with his giant Georgia peach of a boyfriend, Carter Jones, whom he refers to coyly as his husband. His hobby is using his money to help out his queer friends as they are damaged by the endemic homophobia of the Land of the Free.
In Episode 2 of what I hope will be a LONG series, Nick and Carter end up in Mexico, trying to help their friend and lawyer Jeffery Klein, who has had the misfortune of falling in love with a matinee idol. Shades of Cary Grant and the dark shadows of Hedda Hopper and Louella Parsons hover in the background as Nick and his gay boys discover the allure and corruption of Ensenada, down in Baja.
It is sort of a superhero fantasy wrapped in noir Hollywood, but there are roots in reality. My own husband’s uncle was thriving and working in Los Angeles in this period, and living with his boyfriend, with whom he would share a lifetime. Few gay folk, men or women, ever challenged the status quo as Nick Williams does, but they were there, and many of them found happiness; Butterfield reminds us of that fact.
Butterfield writes in a way that evokes the manners and lingo of the early 1950s (I love his references to automobiles and real places—Google is my sidekick as I read). Nick and Carter live comfortably but modestly, and not at all off the radar, since Nick is a familiar face in the newspapers. Anyone who ever watched the Perry Mason TV series will smile in recognition (and if you didn’t, go find some on the interwebs, because it will help you visualize his world).
My only gripe is that the editing is intermittently sloppy, which is merely a distraction. One might say that there seem to be entirely too many queer men ready to flirt with Nick and Company; but I would counter that with the fact that gay men and women knew how to find each other in the bad old days, and that, ultimately, they were not all that different from us. They just played the game differently in order to survive.
Keep it coming Mr. Butterfield. I’m a fan.