It was interesting to me as a general practice lawyer that Jordan six decades ago had a comparable practice in Manhattan. During the book he represents clients involved in family law, estate litigation and criminal defence.
The book opens with a flourish. Jordan returns home early from Miami to find a luscious blonde sipping brandy in his living room:
She looked up at me, and the alcoholic glassiness in her eyes
didn't keep her from making them warm and cordial. Women
have looked at me like that before, but never in church.
Sultry is too mild a term for his welcome home.
Shortly after, when the doorbell rings, the blonde leaps amourously upon Jordan. After he somewhat reluctantly discourages her and then disengages she has some more brandy and soon falls unconscious.
Back at the door a private detective, another man and a lovely young woman start to enter the apartment. Jordan physically discourages the P.I.
.... and a print of Valley Forge that looked no colder than
The post WW II New York of the book is a city full of energy. For readers of the time in mid-Western North America it must have seemed an impossible dream.
The plot flows smoothly. The action is steady. The characters lively.
I can certainly understand why Raven's Head chose to re-publish Bury Me Deep. It is an excellent book.