There's more to be said for this than about it -- a smoothly functioning trial case which pauses only to raise doubts. Just what did happen at a large city hospital when Tatum, chief resident and a black, under Bellinger -- the often absent head of the neurological service -- decided to remove a tumor from the head of Manya Schroeder saying it was malignant? Was it? Although still alive and very cancerphobic, she's suing the city for a large sum of money which might escalate toward a million. And then she also seems to be schizoid, having had a longstanding history of fugues and blank spaces along with an unresolved sexual problem. During the course of the inquiry now there's a splendidly monitored table procedure while the trial itself regrettably shows up the Iow level of competence which just means that poor people often get poor medicine. Ostensibly a category novel but Mr. Lipsky tells a good story well.