Balance of Power (Kerry Kilcannon Series #3)by Richard North Patterson
Richard North Patterson’s masterful portrayals of law and politics at the apex of power have made him one of our most important writers of popular fiction. Combining a compelling narrative, exhaustive research, and a sophisticated grasp of contemporary society, his bestselling novels bring explosive social problems to vivid life through characters who are richly imagined and intensely real. Now in Balance of Power Patterson confronts one of America’s most inflammatory issues–the terrible toll of gun violence.
President Kerry Kilcannon and his fiancée, television journalist Lara Costello, have at last decided to marry. But their wedding is followed by a massacre of innocents in a lethal burst of gunfire, challenging their marriage and his presidency in ways so shattering and indelibly personal that Kilcannon vows to eradicate gun violence and crush the most powerful lobby in Washington–the Sons of the Second Amendment (SSA).
Allied with the President’s most determined rival, the resourceful and relentless Senate Majority Leader Frank Fasano, the SSA declares all-out war on Kerry Kilcannon, deploying its arsenal of money, intimidation, and secret dealings to eviscerate Kilcannon’s crusade–and, it hopes, destroy his presidency. This ignites a high-stakes game of politics and legal maneuvering in the Senate, the courtroom, and across the country, which the charismatic but untested young President is determined to win at any cost. But in the incendiary clash over gun violence and gun rights, the cost to both Kilcannons may be even higher than he imagined.
And others in the crossfire may also pay the price: the idealistic lawyer who has taken on the gun industry; the embattled CEO of America’s leading gun maker; the war-hero senator caught between conflicting ambitions; the female senator whose career is at risk; and the grief-stricken young woman fighting to emerge from the shadow of her sister, the First Lady.
The insidious ways money corrodes democracy and corrupts elected officials . . . the visceral debate between gun-rights and gun-control advocates . . . the bitter legal conflict between gun companies and the victims of gun violence . . . a ratings-driven media that both manipulates and is manipulated–Richard North Patterson weaves these engrossing themes into an epic novel that moves us with its force, passion, and authority.
From the Hardcover edition.
—SENATOR EDWARD M. KENNEDY
“ALWAYS KEEPS YOU ON THE EDGE OF YOUR SEAT. Patterson has the rare gift of enthralling as he informs.”
—The Guardian (London)
“REVEALING . . . WILL LEAVE YOU LOBBYING FOR MORE.”
“PATTERSON TURNS UP THE HEAT.”
—The Dallas Morning News
“A MUST READ.”
—FORMER PRESIDENT BILL CLINTON
“THOUGHT-PROVOKING . . . [Patterson’s] passion for politics, public discussion, and gun control are infectious and admirable.”
“[A] SPELLBINDING NOVEL . . . Patterson’s extensive research, plot skills, and ability to create engaging, authentic dialogue set his writing apart. . . . believable and eloquent.”
“Balance of Power is a compelling story, fully worthy of Richard North Patterson, which is made even more intriguing by its detailed insight into the world of special-interests politics in Washington, D.C.”
“A masterpiece . . . From the first page, President Kilcannon faces plot twists that challenge his resourcefulness and moral character.”
—The Tulsa World
“Compulsive reading . . . An engrossing blend of courtroom and political drama.”
—The London Times
“IMPORTANT READING, EVEN ESSENTIAL . . . Patterson masterfully touches all the right historical reference points to lure us into his story. . . . The image of the gun—and what to do about it as a society—linger long after the covers close.”
—Ft. Myers News Press
“Patterson has done his homework, and Balance of Power presents a clear picture of the arguments and political realities on both sides of the debate.”
—The Denver Post
“A powerful, in your face, condemnation of the American political system that abets gun violence . . . Patterson makes no apologies as he denounces a system in which money buys Congressional votes [and] ethics mean nothing.”
—The Midwest Book Review
“A harsh, persuasive indictment of the politics that breeds gun violence in America . . . bare-knuckle, page-turning, political infighting. For ordinary folk, it’s good stuff. For political junkies, think Harry Potter.”
—Kirkus Reviews (starred review)
“One of [Patterson’s] best . . . Fascinating . . . A thoughtful exposition of an important issue . . . [Balance of Power] will entertain, challenge, inform—and, just maybe, open a few minds.”
—Times Dispatch (Richmond, VA)
“Balance of Power and Protect and Defend stand as a remarkable project in popular fiction: an extension of the genre of the legal thriller to explore the morality and strategies of U.S.’s greatest civic controversies.”
—The Guardian (London)
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Feeling the gun against the nape of her neck, Joan Bowden froze.
Her consciousness narrowed to the weapon she could not see: her vision barely registered the cramped living room, the images on her television--the President and his fiancee, opening the Fourth of July gala beneath the towering obelisk of the Washington Monument. She could feel John's rage through the cold metal on her skin, smell the liquor on his breath.
"Why?" she whispered.
"You wanted him."
He spoke in a dull, emphatic monotone. Who? she wanted to ask. But she was too afraid; with a panic akin to madness, she mentally scanned the faces from the company cookout they had attended hours before. Perhaps Gary--they had talked for a time.
Desperate, she answered, "I don't want anyone."
She felt his hand twitch. "You don't want me. You have contempt for me."
Abruptly, his tone had changed to a higher pitch, paranoid and accusatory, the prelude to the near hysteria which issued from some unfathomable recess of his brain. Two nights before, she had awakened, drenched with sweat, from the nightmare of her own death.
Who would care for Marie?
Moments before, their daughter had sat at the kitchen table, a portrait of dark-haired intensity as she whispered to the doll for whom she daily set a place. Afraid to move, Joan strained to see the kitchen from the corner of her eye. John's remaining discipline was to wait until Marie had vanished; lately their daughter seemed to have developed a preternatural sense of impending violence which warned her to take flight. A silent minuet of abuse, binding daughter to father.
Marie and her doll were gone.
"Please," Joan begged.
The cords of her neck throbbed with tension. The next moment could be fateful: she had learned that protest enraged him, passivity insulted him.
Slowly, the barrel traced a line to the base of her neck, then pulled away.
Joan's head bowed. Her body shivered with a spasm of escaping breath.
She heard him move from behind the chair, felt him staring down at her. Fearful not to look at him, she forced herself to meet his gaze.
With an open palm, he slapped her.
Her head snapped back, skull ringing. She felt blood trickling from her lower lip.
John placed the gun to her mouth.
Her husband. The joyful face from her wedding album, now dark-eyed and implacable, the 49ers T-shirt betraying the paunch on his too-thin frame.
Smiling grimly, John Bowden pulled the trigger.
Recoiling, Joan cried out at the hollow metallic click. The sounds seemed to work a chemical change in him--a psychic wound which widened his eyes. His mouth opened, as if to speak; then he turned, staggering, and reeled toward their bedroom.
Slumping forward, Joan covered her face.
Soon he would pass out. She would be safe then; in the morning, before he left, she would endure his silence, the aftershock of his brutality and shame.
At least Marie knew only the silence.
Queasy, Joan stumbled to the bathroom in the darkened hallway, a painful throbbing in her jaw. She stared in the mirror at her drawn face, not quite believing the woman she had become. Blood trickled from her swollen lip.
She dabbed with tissue until it stopped. For another moment Joan stared at herself. Then, quietly, she walked to her daughter's bedroom.
Marie's door was closed. With painstaking care, her mother turned the knob, opening a crack to peer through.
Cross-legged, Marie bent over the china doll which once had been her grandmother's. Joan felt a spurt of relief; the child had not seen them, did not see her now. Watching, Joan was seized by a desperate love.
With slow deliberation, Marie raised her hand and slapped the vacant china face.
Gently, the child cradled the doll in her arms. "I won't do that again," she promised. "As long as you're good."
Tears welling, Joan backed away. She went to the kitchen sink and vomited.
She stayed there for minutes, hands braced against the sink. At last she turned on the faucet. Watching her sickness swirl down the drain, Joan faced what she must do.
Glancing over her shoulder, she searched for the slip of paper with his telephone number, hidden in her leather-bound book of recipes. Call me, he had urged. No matter the hour.
She must not wake her husband.
Lifting the kitchen telephone from its cradle, Joan crept back to the living room, praying for courage. On the television, a graceful arc of fireworks rose above the obelisk.
President Kerry Francis Kilcannon and his fiancee, Lara Costello, watched as a red flare rose above the Mall, bursting into a galaxy of falling stars which framed the Washington Monument.
For this rarity, an evening alone, they had left the annual party for staffers and retreated to the porch on the second floor of the White House. Spread across their table was a white linen cloth, a picnic of cheese and fruit, and a bottle of light chardonnay which cooled in a silver cylinder, a gift from the President of France. Lara took Kerry's hand.
"When I was six," she told him, "our father took us to the fireworks at Crissy Field. I remember holding his hand, watching all those explosions above the Golden Gate Bridge. That's my last memory of being with him."
Turning from the fireworks, Kerry studied the sculpted face--intense dark eyes, high cheekbones, pale skin framed by jet-black hair--which, to her bemusement, had helped Lara rise from a semianonymous political reporter for the New York Times to celebrity as a television journalist. Like many women, Kerry supposed, her self-concept had been fixed in adolescence: then she not had thought of herself as beautiful--though she surely was--but as the perfect student, the dutiful oldest daughter who must help her mother and sisters. It was the dutiful daughter who had achieved success, driven to make Inez Costello proud, to free her younger sisters from the struggle caused by their father's desertion. Even at thirty-two, Kerry knew, her family still defined her.
"What I was hoping you'd remember," he said, "is the scene from To Catch a Thief. Cary Grant and Grace Kelly in Monaco, watching fireworks from her hotel room."
Lara faced him with an amused, appraising look. "I remember that they lay down on the couch, and then the camera panned away. The fireworks were a metaphor."
"Uh-huh. Very 1950s."
Leaning forward, Lara kissed him, a lingering touch of the lips, then rested her cheek against his shoulder. "This is the twenty-first century," she told him. "No metaphors required."
Afterward, they lay in his canopied bed listening to the last, faint whistling of fireworks. One table lamp still glowed--making love, and after, both needed to see the other's face.
Smiling, she lightly mussed his hair. "You're not too bad," she told him. "At least as Presidents go."
As she intended, this elicited the boyish grin which lit his face and crinkled the corners of his eyes. There had been too little lightness in Kerry's life. Even his first success in politics, election to the Senate at age thirty, had been as surrogate for his brother, Senator James Kilcannon, assassinated in San Francisco while running for President. Lara had been nineteen then; she remembered watching the telecast of James's funeral, the haunted look on Kerry's face as he attended to his widowed mother. So that when, as a reporter for the New York Times, she had met him seven years later, the first thing she noticed was not his fine-featured face, incongruously youthful for a potential President, nor his thatch of chestnut hair, nor even the scar at the corner of one eye. It was the startling contradiction presented by the eyes themselves: their green-flecked blue irises, larger than most, gave Lara the sense--rare in a white male politician--of someone who had seen more sadness than most. Then, she had thought this an illusion, abetted by her memory of the funeral; only later, when Kerry shared the private history he had entrusted to almost no one, did she understand how true it was.
"If so," he answered, "you're free to take it personally. Tongue-tied Catholic boys from Newark don't usually get much practice. Lord knows that Meg and I weren't much good to each other, in any way."
If only, Lara thought, Meg could be dismissed so simply. But her existence affected them still--publicly, because Kerry's lack of an annulment had forestalled them from marrying in the Church; privately, because their love affair had begun while Kerry was married. Its secrecy had saved Kerry's chances of becoming President: only after his divorce and the California primary, when Kerry himself had been wounded by a would-be assassin, had they come together in public.
Now she touched the scar the bullet had left, a red welt near his heart. "We've been good to each other," she said. "And very lucky."
To Lara, he seemed to sense the sadness beneath her words, the lingering regrets which shadowed their new life. "Just lucky?" he answered softly. "In public life, we're a miracle. Rather like my career."
This aspect of his worldview--that good fortune was an accident--was, in Lara's mind, fortified by his certainty that gunfire had made him President: first by killing James, the deserving brother; then by wounding Kerry, causing the wave of sympathy which, last November, had helped elect him by the narrowest of margins, with California tipping the balance. But this had also given him a mission, repeated in speech after speech: "to eradicate gun violence as surely as we ended polio."
"Speaking of miracles," she asked, "is your meeting with the gun companies still a go?"
"A handful of companies," Kerry amended. "The few brave souls willing to help keep four-year-olds from killing themselves with that new handgun Dad bought for their protection. If you listen to the SSA, tomorrow will be the death knell of gun rights in America." Suddenly, he smiled. "Though in preparing for the meeting, I discovered that it's you who's hell-bent on disarming us."
"You, and your entire profession." Turning, Kerry removed a magazine from the briefing book on his nightstand; as he flipped its pages, Lara saw that it was the monthly publication of the Sons of the Second Amendment, perhaps Washington's most powerful lobby, and that its cover featured a venomous cartoon of Kerry as Adolf Hitler.
" 'Surveys,' " Kerry read, " 'have shown that most reporters for the major media live in upper-class homes, head and shoulders above most of us in fly-over country. Many took their education at Ivy League universities where they protested the Vietnam conflict, smoked dope, loved freely, and ingested every ultraliberal cause their professors threw at them.' " Pausing, he said wryly, "Truth to tell, they're onto something. What was wrong with you?"
Lara propped her head up with one hand. "My mother cleaned houses. So I was afraid to lose my scholarship. Besides, I missed the war by twenty years."
"It hardly matters--you caught up soon enough. Listen to this: 'Once they graduated, they faced the prospect of going to work. What better way to earn a fat paycheck and change the world than become a reporter for ABC, or CBS or NBC or CNN or write for the New York Times?'
"That's you," Kerry added, fixing her with a mock-accusatory gaze, and then continued. " 'Having become gainfully employed, these men and women from Yale and Harvard and Brown and Princeton brought their own biases with them. Many do not know anyone who owns guns. Their only exposure to firearms comes when they report on the carnage left by a deranged shooter going "postal" . . .' "
"How about knowing someone who actually got shot?" Lara interjected. "Does that count?"
"Oh, that? That just means you've lost your objectivity. Like me."
The rueful remark held an undertone of bitterness. This involved far more, Lara knew, than what his opponents claimed--anger at his brother's death, or his own near death. Kerry was sick of bloodshed, weary of meeting, year after year, with families who had lost loved ones, of trying to comfort them with the same empty phrases. For him, his failure was both political and deeply personal. And Kerry did not live with failure--especially regarding guns--well.
"Sooner or later," Lara assured him, "you'll get Congress to pass a decent gun law."
Kerry raised his eyebrows, exchanging bitterness for an irony tinged with good-natured frustration. "Before or after we get married?"
Lara smiled, unfazed. "That I can't tell you. But certainly before I find a job."
This was another blind curve on the road to marriage. Though she was developing a degree of fatalism, the resignation of a would-be First Lady to the limitations of her new life, Lara had always been independent, beholden to no one for support or a sense of who she was. That Kerry understood this did not change what she would lose by marrying him--her own identity. Already she had been forced to take leave from NBC: the potential for conflicts of interest, or at least their appearance--that a powerful network might profit by employing the President's fiancee--also applied to any other segment of the media. A brief flirtation with the presidency of the Red Cross--based on her high profile as a television journalist and experience in war zones--had floundered on the fear that major donors might want something from President Kilcannon. Other jobs had similar problems, and the best ones, Lara acknowledged, would take away from her public duties and her private time with Kerry. "I'm sorry," she said at last. "I was being a brat. It may not seem so, but you're actually more important to me than running the Red Cross."
Though he knew this, or at least should, to Lara his expression betrayed a certain relief. "Then your fate is sealed, I'm afraid."
"I guess it is," she answered dryly. "I'm a fool for love."
Once more he drew her close. "The thing is," he continued, "I'm forty-three. Even if we started tomorrow, by the time our first son or daughter graduates from college I'll be on Social Security. If there's any left."
"Tell that to the Pope."
"Oh, I have. I even mentioned that Meg couldn't stand the thought of children." There was a different tone in his voice, Lara thought; hand gently touching her chin, he raised her face to his. "And, at last, he's heard me."
She felt a tingle of surprise. "The annulment?"
Kerry grinned. "Yes. That."
Astonished, Lara pulled back to look at him. "When?"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I was in Pittsburgh." There was new light in his eyes, and he spoke more softly. "This just seemed like a better time and place."
Knowing how much he wanted this, Lara felt the depth of her love for him. This moment was the last threshold, she knew, before she entered the hall of mirrors which was the Presidency, the omnipresent, often merciless scrutiny which could change lives and warp marriages until even the most private act assumed a public significance. Briefly, she thought of her abortion, felt the familiar stab of fear. Then she thought of Kerry, and imagined their children.
Meet the Author
Richard North Patterson’s twelve novels include eight consecutive international bestsellers; critics compared his novel Protect and Defend to such novels as Allen Drury’s Advise and Consent and Gore Vidal’s Lincoln. Formerly a trial lawyer, Mr. Patterson served as the SEC’s liaison to the Watergate Special Prosecutor, and is now on the boards of several Washington-based advocacy groups dealing with gun violence, political reform, and reproductive rights. He lives with his wife, Laurie, and their family on Martha’s Vineyard.
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I absolutely loved this book. I am not sure whether I've read the previous Kilcannon books but I will definitely read them if I haven't. Let me say that if you are an NRA member who believes, as the NRA appears to, that everyone, regardless of criminal history has a right to own a gun, then this book will probably tick you off. That being said, the book is very detailed and I believe realistic regarding the politics surrounding gun control. The plot is what you might expect for a story focusing on gun control: the brother-in-law of the President kills his wife, daughter, mother-in-law and several other innocent civilians at an airport in California. The gun he used was a 'P-2,' a very deadly weapon when combined with 'Eagle's Claw' bullets, which literally shred the inside of one's target. The remainder of the book focuses on Kilcannon trying to get a law passed to require background checks for gun show customers, while the Sons of the Second Amendment (read 'NRA') are lobbying for 'gun immunity,' which would prevent victims and their families from suing a gun manufacturer for wrongful death. That's all I'll say so that I won't ruin the book for you. Again, I highly recommend this book.
Before I started this - the 3rd installment of Kerry Kilcannon¿s rise to and use of the awesome powers of POTUS - I knew I would once again be catapulted into a rich world few of us every get to know beyond what we read or view in the media. What I did not know is that it would take days for me to restore my body to the benefits of the regularity of sleeping and eating. Patterson develops the character of Kerry Kilcannon to a level of benevolent power and charisma that if he could only possibly exist, would surely be the reincarnate of JFK with stronger personal morals ¿ a thought Patterson shamelessly to alludes to. So credible and so tight is the plot and character development, this reader could not possibly believe that the real world wasn't actually inside the book until the toothpicks holding up my eyes finally snapped from the weight only to reveal the sun about to rise. There is no doubt that after finishing this book, your every cocktail party conversation involving the issues raised by Patterson will be affected by his portrayals of those subjects that in one way or another, impact our society nearly on a daily basis. Too often, we develop our ideals based upon events in our lives we¿ve buried deep within our subconscious and as such, take them more or less for granted. This, much easier and less painful than re-examining them each time the issues surface via some extraordinary event in the news. While we can enjoy a magical mystery tour when reading a science fiction by Arthur Clark or a hair-raising, sensory assault by Stephen King, we know that the story is just that. In Balance of Power, one cannot help but to believe that much of it is true and what of it is not, hopefully can be again one day soon. Reading this book will only cost you the price on the cover¿ and a few night¿s sleep.
I have read all of R.N. Patterson's books and loved them. While I was reading this one I felt like I wasn't reading about Kerry Kilcannon anymore. It felt like I was actually reading about the Clinton administration. I read the book through and then read the author's notes. Sure enough, it appears that he wrapped the gun control aspect of the Clinton presidency around the story of Kerry Kilcannon. I really didn't have a problem with the whole thing. It was more or less of a surprise. I felt that I was being educated into an issue that I had previously only glanced the surface of and for that I am eternally grateful to the author. Indeed, he actually changed my right-winged brain on the way that the issue of guns is handled in this country. I have conducted some research and found that he is not altogether incorrect. To sum it up, I applaud the effort.
I've read all Richard North Patterson's novels and looked forward to Balance of Power. Now, of course, I'm waiting for his next novel. I regard Patterson's talent right up there with all the other top notch mystery writers. As for Balance of Power,it didn't take long before I saw this was not a mystery per se but a political spin on the NRA, however, he writes so well I was intrigued, and followed the novel to its conclusion. I am a moderate and my vote has always gone to the person not the party on both sides of the aisle. Having said that, let me say this novel made me see the issue of guns in a different light. I still believe that the choice to own a weapon is a person's constitutional right, but the time has come for restrictions and strong safeguards because our society has become so volatile. I can equate this to the abortion issue, where I believe in free choice but also the restrictions/ban of partial birth abortion. There will always be those greedy parasites and evil doers who take advantage of our system for their own agenda regardless of how society suffers. Thank you Richard North Patterson for your ability to write so well you educated and changed my thoughts on the gun issue in America. It's not as simple as I used to think it was. Americans have the right to bear arms true, but with a common sense approch, contrary to what gun makers and/or lobbyists would have us believe, especially in light of our volatile society. Although in your credits you name some people I wouldn't invite to my house...Still, you managed to convey to me the topic as an objective study of the problem and changed my thinking on the matter. I now have a different perspective of the weapon issue and the NRA. Similar to my belief in Pro-abortion rights. I believe in a women's right to choose but also on a ban on late term horrors. American is going through a evolutionary change and we all have to rethink many issues, staying in the same political mindset of either party is not the way to go and is not progress any longer, it's going backwards not ahead We are akin to being puppets while our strings are being pulled by puppeteers in Washington, mostly on the 'left' but also on the 'right'... As for this book it's a must read!!!
Like a hot chilli pepper that I couldn't stop eating, it was as if I couldn't resist the lure of being a fly on the wall witnessing a great socio-political debate enmeshed with an ugly lawsuit. This story illuminates the grip of powerful interests on both parties and the difficulties that the human beings in our legislatures encounter when trying to juggle personal beliefs, self-interest, and their various supporters with the greater good of the people. To make it a great story, the author had to choose which side to take on the issue but did admit to his own beliefs. A fabulous read.
Desperate and frightened Joan Bowden, sister of the First Lady, calls her brother in law, President Kerry Kilcannon because he once promised to help her. A repeat physical abuse victim, she tells Kerry that her husband John held a gun to her head, placing not only Joan in danger, but their six-year-old daughter Marie as well. From his days as a prosecutor Kerry knows first hand the consequences of battered wife syndrome so he and Lara try to help. Tragedy occurs anyway. In DC sides on the gun control issue begin to form for another war. The Sons of the Second Amendment (SSA) have gun lobbyists with senators spouting apple pie challenge the bloody pulpit of the President and his congressional supporters, sick of massacres and innocent children dying. The Congress is bitter and divided by party lines as the debate turns ugly, personal, and acrimonious. The third Kilcannon tale (see NO SAFE PLACE and PROTECT AND DEFEND) is a powerful, in your face, condemnation of the American political system that abets gun violence. Author Richard North Patterson makes no apologies as he denounces a system in which money buys Congressional votes, ethics mean nothing, and the second amendment is used as a convenient wrapper though the political infighting on the hill seems to simple. Fans on the side of seat belts on guns will appreciate this strong chiding of the American way while those who oppose any restriction will detest the novel. Harriet Klausner
Like his writing; will probably enjoy. Title of Kerry Kilcannon Series #2 book? Don't want to skip one I should have read!
OK I admit I haven't read this. At least not all of it. Why? I'm on page 200 and NOTHING HAS HAPPENED YET. At least I know with Clancy that I often need to invest a hundred pages or so before it gets terrific, but I honestly don't know if I can plow through this! I have found the dialog uninteresting and the characters are not riveting. And what does this president actually do for a living? He certainly doesn't seem to be busy running the country. Maybe I'll give it a couple more nights. It better pick up.
This is only the second book I have started and not been able to finish. Patterson is so busy preaching his gospel that it is just not very interesting.
I found this book tiring, as did I his last one, too much political grandstanding. He gets a 'cause' and beats it to death, so much so that whatever side you are on you couldn't care less by the end of the book.
With numerous stage, television, and film roles to her credit you'd expect Patricia Kalember to deliver a first-rate reading - she does and raises the bar with her rendering of Richard North Patterson's latest D.C. based thriller. With 'Balance of Power' Patterson once more focuses on fictional Democratic politician Kerry Kilcannon. Recently elected to the presidency Kerry is set to marry his fiancé, television journalist Lara Costello. When Lara' sister is again brutalized by her abusive husband, John Bowden, Kerry intervenes. Then, the horrific: shortly after the wedding Bowden goes on a wild rampage shooting the innocent, including his wife and their daughter. Kerry is so affected by this carnage that he promises to battle gun violence which means turning over Washington's most powerful lobby, the SSA or Sons of the Second Amendment. It's at this point that Patterson's knowledge of Washington, its politics and power brokers really comes to the fore as Kerry becomes involved in a no-holds-barred battle with his nemesis, Senate Majority Leader Frank Fasano. There is enough political intrigue and legal maneuvers in 'Balance of Power' to keep everyone listening from rapid-fire start to boffo finish.
This is a supposed work of fiction based on fact, but it is not. It is a thinly veiled radical liberal political diatribe against the Second Amendment to the US Bill of Rights, and the lawful private ownership of firearms. Mr. Patterson seems to think he is smarter than the framers of the Bill of Rights. Virtually all he says about guns is a bald faced lie, a half truth, or a dishonest omission, apparently tongue in cheek, hoping you poor readers will be suckered into agreeing with him. One has to wonder why radical liberals like him want to eliminate private gun ownership in the US. Perhaps for the same reason that the Nazis, Chinese, Russians, and other dictatorships did. Criminals will always be able to procure weapons in any society, just as they did beer and whiskey in the 30's and drugs today--thus rendering the law abiding defenseless. Save your money and buy a tank of gas with it. This country owes its politcal freedoms significantly to private gun ownership, believe it or not. Mr. Patterson apparently does not understand history. Never believe a person who does not understand reality.