The Director

 As a writer of crime, I love reading about crime and the history of fighting crime. The fascination of crime is that such acts represent the breakdown of society, if only temporarily. Government can pass all the laws it wants but unless we each abide by the social contract--a belief in fairness and that the rules protect us and apply to everyone--then civilization becomes meaningless. Ultimately, every crime story is then a search for justice and a reason to believe in the social contract. 

So in my interest of writing about crime and the pursuit of law and order, I recently finished The Director: My Years Assisting J. Edgar Hoover by Paul Letersky with Gordon Dillow (Simon & Schuster). As expected, the book provided a lot of insight into the inner workings of the FBI, especially details about its Director, the still controversial J Edgar Hoover. We got the lowdown on his rumored homosexual romance with Clyde Tolson (there wasn't one), his secretary Helen Gandy (as keeper of "the secret files" was in her time one of the most feared personalities in Washington DC), and Hoover's contentious relationships with all the US presidents during his tenure. While Letersky soft-shoes around the excesses of the FBI in terms of operations against political opponents (to include Dr. Martin Luther King Jr) and its involvement in COINTELPRO (government surveillance of American citizens), he does admit the agency's use of "black bag jobs," meaning warrantless searches, breakins, and illegal wire taps--the spice of a good crime novel. By the end of the book, the social contract holds firm, mostly.