The adventures of flamboyant California attorney Harry Cain, Variety's legendary ""Sunset Bomber,"" faster than a speeding subpoena, able to leap tall torts at a single bound; clever, lively courtroom drama from first-novelist Kincaid. Harry Cain is a Harvard-educated lawyer who spumed the stuffy courtrooms of the East to come to Los Angeles and practice law the old-fashioned way--by throwing in everything, including the kitchen sink. As the novel opens, he's the mouthpiece of choice for everyone who's anyone in L.A., and the plot revolves around his masterful handling of three different cases: that of Sonny Ball, a macho Hollywood star accused of propositioning a cop in the men's room of a skid-row theater; that of millionaire Carl Malone, who is being sued for divorce by his scheming, promiscuous wife; and that of wimpy Lee Pannier, the unlikely creator of a hit television series who has been dismissed unfairly by his studio. Each time, Harry's resounding, bravura performances win the day, but not without Perry Mason-like cliffhanging, and some delightful twists and turns. Running through this episodic novel are the threads of a plot that mainly deals with Harry's one weakness--his womanizing, which threatens to destroy his stable marriage to the wise and long-suffering Nancy (his current affair is with lithe and lovely Cannel ""My hobby is fellatio with strange men"" Anderson)--and with a rather implausible accusation that Harry has murdered his best friend, David Grant, a prominent director. But the plot's not the thing here--it's the joy of watching a true pro at work, coupled with author Kincaid's deep, diverse knowledge of the law. All in all, an impressive, breath-of-fresh-air debut for Kincaid and his hero--here's to many more outings.