Just why did the late Sen. Abraham Ribicoff end up with a $20,000 investment in a building that the CIA moved into? What were Ribicoff and friends really thinking and doing in private, and how much did he know? Why didn’t the GSA lease list the partners in the building as required by law? And how come his name was hidden from the public? Was it really because of the fear that people would bother a senator about about leaky faucets?
Damn if I knew the full story. A novel seemed the right medium, then—a chance to fill in the gaps even though I normally wrote nonfiction.
Yes, hints abounded in documents and careful public statements. I recalled some tantalizing facts about Ribicoff’s "close friend" Charles Smith—the king of the GSA landlords, whose companies held $150 million in government office leases in 1975. Smith was not just any old real estate tycoon. He had a number of famous friends and investors in government or nongovernment projects. They ranged from Art Buchwald to at least several federal judges and exes, including former Supreme Court Justices Abe Fortas and Arthur Goldberg. But for the most part, the names on the partnership papers were just that, nothing more. They didn’t tell me anything about the parties or family celebrations or other occasions where Smith might have hooked up with his friends. While I could guess what mainly drew Smith and Ribicoff together—both were ambitious self-made men, Ribicoff having even worked in a zipper and buckle factory at one time—that was far from a complete explanation.
Early on I wrote somewhat in a new journalism vein, but the results fell short of what I wanted, because I lacked the requisite information about the Smith-Ribicoff crowd and their actual thoughts, along with other details. The result was that I saw this not just as a conventional investigation but also a novel, with an opportunity to imagine, in fiction identified as such.
The possibilities grew more intriguing after I learned, through Jim Polk, the investigative journalist, that the Ribicoff-linked Key Building had housed some CIA offices. A scenario occurred to me. In part, couldn’t Sy Solomon’s real estate empire be a vehicle for agency-related investments? Perhaps along the way his people could obligingly plant hidden microphones in his buildings to let the CIA spy on other bureaucracies. As a novelist, I could even cook up some murderous rivalries among different factions of spookish business people.
Nothing against new journalism, truly well executed—in fact, it’s more arduous than conventional reporting. But in this case fiction seemed the best way to go in writing up the human side of the story. While I published news articles, I was really looking ahead to fictition.
I wrote the novel, on and off, over a period of more than 30 years. The title, originally The Golden Lease, evolved into The Cover-Up, then The Solomon Scandals. Back in the 1980s I had a near-sale to Warner Books, but luckily Warner turned me down, giving me time to do extensive rewrites and add a framing device. That is, the main plot of the book is presented between the foreword and afterword written in the late 21st century by the director of the Institute for Study of Previrtual Media.
Working on Scandals, I felt thoroughly time-warpy; I bounced back and forth as if I were Billy Pilgrim in Slaughterhouse-Five. My writing tools changed over the years from an old electric typewriter to a Kaypro II, then a whole series of other gizmos, leading up to my present system, a cheapie Hewlett-Packard desktop with many times the computing power of my first machine.
Luckily for me, in terms of the continued newsworthiness of this novel, Washington so far has remained reliably corrupt. How many other towns have even had scandals tours over the years? Ideally The Solomon Scandals can help you understand the scoundrels whose deeds and misdeeds inspired the tours.
- Robert H. Smith dead: Son of the builder who helped inspire the Solomon character
- On David Bruce Smith, Lewis Mumford and sons vs. fathers
- Robert H. Smith death editorial—and the need for the Washington Post to tell the whole story
- Solomon for real?
- A tale of two obituaries—plus wisdom from J.Y. Smith, first official editor of the W. Post obit desk