Socrates Fortlow is one of my favorite literary characters. When I'm frequently mired in skirmishs with government bureaucrats on behalf of my son, who is disabled, I remind myself that we are "always outnumbered, always outgunned" so what. Some days progress is measured in small increments. What a treat to find a new Socrates Fortlow adventure. Mosley turns a fine phrase, in reference to the Thursday Thinkers dinners: "We are here because the world . . . the whole damn world is messed up," Socrates said simply and to the point. "An' all we do every day is shut our eyes hopin' that it'll get bettah wile we ain't lookin."
When you've grown up in Los Angeles, in the mid century, you remember the LAPD at its "finest" -- and Mosley has not forgotten these times either. It's all there: profiling, infiltration/spying, etc. Truth becomes the only defense when you're surrounded by lies. Perhaps some of the characters, the more "normal" lawyers or social worker or singer are a little one dimensional, and to the average reader they are perhaps more easily understood. Socrates Fortlow has paid a terrible price for his truth and freedom. Now he finds love with Luna, and companionship and philosophical discussions while breaking bread with friends and strangers.
This book is a good read: thought provoking, presenting possible solutions (only if we talk with each other) and lots of comic relief with the highly original gambler and cook, Billy Psalms. Utopian, perhaps, but if you don't imagine it's possible, where do you find hope? Or truth for that matter?
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