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Legal Studies Forum
Volume 9, Number 2 (1985)
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THE LAWYER AS NARRATOR IN
WILLIAM KENNEDY'S LEGS*

STEPHEN WHITTAKER
Department of English, University of Scranton

     William Kennedy's Legs purports to be the story of the life and
death of the notorious racketeer and convicted bootlegger, Jack
Diamond, as written by his attorney, Marcus Gorman, some forty
years after unknown assailants murdered this "founder of the first
truly modern gang" (p.13) on the evening of Friday, 18 December,
1931. Gorman weaves his narrative out of his own recollections and
those of others and from stories told him at the time of the events by
various of Diamond's associates. The employment of the lawyer as
narrator solved an obvious technical problem for Kennedy but
simultaneously posed new ones. Kennedy's willingness to explore
these new problems within the text results in some of the most
important features of Gorman's narrative.
     Consider Kennedy's dilemma. He needed for Legs a narrator who
could know all the relevant facts about Jack Diamond. But the first
person narrative was precluded by the author's additional desire that
the psyche of the renowned criminal remain an enigma. Marcus,
supposedly Jack Diamond's lawyer from midsummer of 1930 on, who
was, in fact, Daniel H. Prior, an Albany lawyer whose career in
criminal law - like that of fictional Marcus Gorman - gained national

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attention during his association with Diamond, seems an ideal solution
to a simple technical problem confronted by Kennedy in setting up the
story. Only Diamond's lawyer could have access to so much as it
happened; only his lawyer would be subject to the combination of
pressures which finally seduced Gorman into ambivalent admiration of
his client. But the peculiarly forensic nature of the lawyer's approach
to narration (the process of making a story out of facts) becomes an
important feature of the book. That is, Kennedy makes the reader's
dependence upon the lawyer as narrator a predominant characteristic
of the book and the reader's problem becomes, like a juror's, the
problem of choosing among competing stories, or narrations, built out
of more or less the same facts. As if the distance of his retrospect
freed Gorman from both the courtroom's demand for a single
construction of the f acts and the attorney-client relation's 
requirement of discretion, he offers us numerous interpretations of
the events of Jack Diamond's life. And the culling and balancing of
competing interpretations becomes a central theme and activity of
the narrative, even to the point of insistence that Diamond himself
saw his life as an attempt to mediate conflicting versions of himself. 
Thus reader, narrator, and character all engage in the same process.
     The text raises problems and gives these problems a peculiarly
forensic cast. What trial lawyers do is explore the various discrete
narrations that can be made out of the isolated facts. In the process
of narration intent enters the world of fact. We understand the facts
to fit together in a certain way for a reason. A story is facts plus
motives. The motives may remain implicit, or even ambiguous, but
they distinguish a story from mere facts. So the central question of
narration, of making a story of the facts, is always one of motive.
Why has this story been made, and not another, one may always
demand. The answer may be, to get my client off, because I think it
is true, or even, because the facts are less painful to me if I
understand them this way. This discovery of motive in narration and
of the fact that humans are constantly narrating their experience has
made it a given of twentieth century fiction that a tale tends to be as
much about its teller as about its apparent subject. And Legs is as
much a portrait of lawyer Marcus Gorman, its narrator, as it is that
narrator's portrait of John Thomas (aka Jack, aka Legs) Diamond. We
know that Gorman has always been a compelling story teller. In fact,
his remarkable off the cuff analysis of Al Jolson's life first gains
Gorman Diamond's respect. But as if an exercise in jurisprudential
virtuosity, in Legs, Marcus Gorman presents to us, as it were, several
Jack Diamonds. We see the heinous criminal of the news reports but
also the timely benefactor of his rural neighbors. We hear the
mindless snarl of a vicious animal as well as the bon mots of an
amazingly popular man who would "talk to anybody about anything,
anytime"(223).
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profession to the common inconclusiveness of evidence, has set for
himself the formidable task of making his presumably skeptical reader
believe in a man who "was alive in a way I was not"(36) and about
whom accuracy "wasn't possible"(310). At times in the text Gorman
actually compares Diamond to such heroic figures as Finn McCool,
Jesse James, Gargantua, and Prometheus. In order to distinguish
himself from ordinary idolizers of Jack Diamond, Gorman must show
that he recognizes the frailties of appeals to sentiment, to grandeur,
and to the ideal. If we are to be able to share the lawyer's heroic
picture of Diamond, we must not think that such distortions cloud
Gorman's vision. So he weaves such faulty views of Diamond into his
text and undercuts them with various kinds of irony, one of the
lawyer's and the narrator's most reliable weapons. Three examples
will serve to suggest the kind of portrait Gorman does not intend: the
Nun's tale, Flossie's litany, and the German's story.
     Marcus Gorman tells us in some detail of how he won an acquittal
on charges of kidnapping and assault in Jack Diamond's second trial in
Troy, New York. (This acquittal came just hours before Diamond's
murder). Gorman speaks proudly of "the major weapon of the
defense--my voice,"(282) which weapon is, lest we forget, also the
substance of our text. The prosecutor has called Diamond a "figure of
unmitigated evil" and a "conscience less devil"(283). Gorman counters,
with indignation, that he had not intended to tell the jury of an
incident which had occurred earlier in the courtroom but which now
he must reveal. He tells them of "a little old Catholic nun" who came
to see the man who was once a boy at her knee. Jackie
Diamond was the name she knew him by, a boy she described
as one of the most devout Catholic children she has ever
known. She sees that boy still in the face of the man you
know as Legs Diamond, that mythical figure of unmitigated
evil the prosecutor has invented (283).
     Gorman then tells the jurors of the nun's assurances to him of
young Jackie's many pieties and of her certainty, as one who teaches
children and who knows in fact boys "who delight in drowning
puppies," that having seen Jack Diamond's eyes in this room, she is
"as certain as I am of God's love that whatever on earth that man
may have done, he is not an evil man"(284). Later Diamond asks
Gorman concerning the courthouse regular upon whom this oratorical
fantasy is based, "Does she really know anything about me?" Gorman
writes:
I looked at my client, astounded.
"How the hell should know?" I retorted (284).
The lawyer underscores for his client and for his reader the outrageous

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sentimentality of the story and that it may be recognized thereby as a
fabrication. The irony of the situation, though initially lost on
Diamond, cannot escape the reader. We are warned against
sentimental versions of Jack Diamond, and more specifically, against
an egregiously sentimental story invented by our narrator.
     Except for a last imagining of Diamond dead, Gorman closes his
story where he opened it, sitting on a bar stool with a few survivors of
a by-gone era and telling Jack's tale again. With a litany of
attributions to Jack that stretches beyond the exaggerations of the
others into a realm of grotesque and hilarious hyperbole, Flossie, the
now aged prostitute, punctuates Packy Delaney's and Tipper Kelly's
story of a white poodle (or was it a black and white bull terrier) that
Jack Diamond had taught to do tricks. She begins by asserting that
the dog (a tan collie by her reckoning) "could count to fifty-two and
do subtraction". As the others struggle to correct her account she
says, "Jack could turn on the electric light sometimes, just by
snapping his fingers" and "Jack could run right up the wall and half
way across the ceiling when he got a good running start," that "Jack
could outrun a rabbit," and finally that "Jack could tie both his shoes
at once"(31 1). Her drunken and disconnected attempts to describe
Diamond via these exaggerations move toward pathos and the absurd,
and the reader cannot miss the irony (unintended by Flossie, to be
sure) of such a portrait. It is as if Jack Diamond were three different
dogs at once.
     Weissberg, a young playwright (and the nephew of Diamond's
lawyer in Germany, Schwarzkopf) attempted the third false-portrait
of Diamond. Weissberg
had written a well-received play about burglars, pimps, and
pickpockets in Berlin, but he'd never met anybody in the
underworld with the exalted status of Jack and so held
persuaded Schwarzkopf to arrange a meeting (107).
Half drunk, the German writer declares his desire to come to America
and live with Diamond in order to write a play about his life.
Weissberg's declaration reeks of posture and bravado. He idealizes
jack Diamond's life:
 
. . . there are similarities among the great artist, the great
whore, and the great criminal. The great artist is the work
he does which outlives him. The great whore lives in the
memory of ineffable sensual gratification that outlasts the
liaison; she is also the beauty of the parts, as is art. And she
is the perversion of love, as art is the exquisite perversion of
reality. Of course, with both artist and whore, the rewards
are ever-greater recompense, ever-greater renown. And I
see the great criminal shining through the bold perversion of
his deeds, in his willingness to scale the highest moral
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barriers (and what is morality to the whore, the artist?). In
all three professions is the willingness to withhold nothing
from one's work. All three when they achieve greatness,
have also an undeniable high style which separates them
from the pedestrian mobs (109).
Diamon is, Weissberg assures him, "a great mad' who has "leaped all
moral and social barriers," and, intoxicated by his own lush,
self-aggrandizing eloquence, Weissberg concludes that:
You live in the mind as well as on the street of bullets and
blood. I too live in the mind and in the heart. My art is my
soul. It is my body. Everything I do contributes to my art.
We live, you and 1, Herr Diamond, in the higher realms of the
superman (110).
Diamond responds to this florid sycophancy by casually firing "one
shot into the grass between Weissberg's feet, which were about six
inches from each other"(111). As expected, Weissberg wets himself
and exits weeping. The idealizations of the would-be chronicler
abruptly break against what is the common coin of Diamond's life,
real violence. The third tool of the ironist, juxtaposition, underscores
the folly of the German's story.
     To help us evaluate his portrait of Jack Diamond, Marcus Gorman
helps us see what it is not, The irony which undercuts the three
examples above, and which undercuts similar kinds of stories
throughout Legs, assures the reader of the narrator's worldly
sophistication. Here is a man not given to sentimentality,
overstatement, or idealism but who none-the-less would have us
believe "that Jack had a luminous quality at certain moments"(105)
and that:
here was a singular being in a singular land, a fusion of the
individual life flux with the clear and violent light of
American reality, with the fundamental Columbian brilliance
that illuminates this bloody republic (14).
Gorman's rendering is of neither a crazed killer nor an idealized
outlaw but rather a paradoxical man struggling somehow to balance
the forces of his life in a way that would give him ease, let
him think well of himself, show him the completion of a
pattern that at least would look something like the one he
had devised as a young man ... (235).
It is with irony that Gorman asks the rhetorical: "How does a mythic
figure ask a lady to dance?"(243). But in fact Jack Diamond emerges
as a kind of mythic hero in Gorman's narrative, as a larger than life

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creature embodying the conflict of disparate qualities. Gorman even
opens and closes his story by doubting that Jack is "really" dead, and
such doubt is the sure earmark of the mythic hero. Kennedy perhaps
based this detail on the actual New York Times report (Saturday, 19
December, 1931: Late City Edition, page 1) that:
 
One of the killers, as he pounded down the stairs after his
companion, said something about being sure that Diamond
was dead. He seemed to have some doubt about it. But the
other, apparently the one who had fired the shot, four or five
of them, retorted: "Oh, hell! That's enough! Come on!"


In any case, Gorman labors at an ambivalent agenda. He wishes to
convey to us that this gangster was a sort of mythic hero. But he
wishes also to demonstrate his own consciousness of the follies of the
three attitudes ironized above. This has the obvious benefit of
demonstrating the narrator's skepticism, which in turn should
encourage the reader's credulity. But Gorman's motives are more
complex than that.
    Several times in the course of Legs, Marcus Gorman recounts his
assuring Jack Diamond and others that "I get paid for what I do"(260).
But in the course of his association with Diamond, Gorman's much
asserted impersonal motive decays. Gorman sacrifices a promising
political career and a secure place in Albany society and, though his
prospects as a criminal lawyer blossom because of his notoriety as
Legs Diamond's mouthpiece, Gorman's values change and at last even
his legal service to Diamond goes unpaid. Gorman's experiences with
Jack precipitate an ethical crisis for himself:
The wiping away of my political future, however casually I'd
considered it in the past, the prospect of assassination, and
my excursion into quasi-rape convinced me my life had
changed in startling ways I wouldn't yet say I regretted. But
what would I do with such developments? Underneath, I
knew I was still straight, still balancing the either/or while
Jack plunged ahead with diamonds and doggies toward the
twin-peaked glory of bothness. I felt suddenly like a child
(122).
     Much of Gorman's motive in Legs is desire to justify his own
actions. The lawyer, seduced by the glamour of his client, produces a
final defense of that client that is freighted with self apology. The
inevitable ambivalence of Gorman's narration of the facts about his
association with Diamond interferes with our ability to see Diamond
as heroic. Gorman's sophisticated use of irony, designed to overcome
our skepticism about Diamond, necessarily increases our skepticism
about Gorman and, as a result, the very text of his story. Gorman the
lawyer exults in his own "splendid rhetoric"(251). He flaunts his

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ability to manipulate juries and his ability as a narrator both..to
present and to undercut ironically various narrations of the facts. He
teaches us to doubt, to suspect motives, and we finally suspect his and
so also his evaluation of Jack Diamond. The text becomes a curiously
detached document, curiously hermeneutical, curiously resistant to a
single interpretation. The voice which teaches us to doubt voices is
finally all we have of evidence. And it claims to be the voice of a
man who "liked all their lies best, for I think they are the brightest
part of anybody's history"(15).
     Everything we know we know because Gorman says it, either
explicitly or implicitly. To interpret we must take the narrator apart
and reanalyze the facts of the case in the light of what we take to be
his motives. But even the facts are his, even our reasons to doubt
him. So either the criminal Jack Diamond was genuinely heroic
(whatever that means in the appropriate psychological jargon) or his
lawyer, Marcus Gorman, is a guilt-ridden fool. The text leaves us to
deliberate this dilemma. With little hope of a resolution, we, like
Marcus and like Jack, attempt to balance our own either/or.
     In Legs William Kennedy structures a narrative in the reading of
which we begin to doubt the very substance of the narrative. The
technique lawyer-narrator Marcus Gorman uses to win our sympathy
for his client and friend, Jack Diamond, casts this shadow of doubt.
Gorman's virtuosity at narration (this virtuosity itself designed to win
our sympathy for a particular view of Diamond) inadvertently leads us
first to see that all attempts to make stories out of facts depend on
motives, second, to question Gorman's motives, and third, to suspect
even the facts. Gorman's ambition, to make us see Diamond as a sort
of hero, leads directly to the narrative's problematic nature. The
text makes us self-conscious readers. The various elements of
Kennedy's novel are not new. In F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great
Gatsby we are led to see an American gangster as an almost Byronic
hero. In Crime and Punishment Dostoyevsky investigates the
conflicted psyche of the law student turned murderer, Raskolnikov.
As does Legs, Crime and Punishment purports to be an attempt to
determine the facts and accurately divine a motive, with the proviso
that such motive may of course be ambivalent. These are not
analyses of particular crimes, though many are analyzed along the
way. These are attempts to investigate the criminal mind. The
unnamed narrator of Herman Melville's "Bartleby the Scrivener" most
resembles Marcus Gorman. Melville's narrator is also a lawyer and
his forensically scrupulous (if troubled) observation of his scrivener
makes possible both our perception in Bartleby of some ineffable
combination of human traits and our belief that Bartleby exemplifies
a mysterious, almost tragic conflict. Like Melville's narrator,
Kennedy's would have us see his subject as the embodiment of a
mysterious conflict, this time, though surely tragic, also somehow
mythic. But the unique combination of these well established
narrative elements in Legs produces a very different kind of

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story. The fictional criminal lawyer who suspected "a pattern
hovering over our relationship"(162) has woven for us a tale of
remarkable complexity which at last questions even its own reality.
The lawyer is too slick. And so Kennedy has made the uneasiness
many feel when faced with such fictionalized histories as Legs an
integral part of his novel.

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* Parenthetical references in this essay are to the Penguin
edition of Legs (Penguin Books: New York, 1983). The third volume
of the cycle of novels initiated by Legs, Ironweed, won the Pulitzer
Prize in 1984.