With his divorce nearly finalised, the surprise success of his first book on the wane, and his ill-advised affair with grad student Lara Kitts put to bed, Dr Barker Samuel Stone is on the precipice of a cozy tenure-track existence. All in all, none too shabby for a straight, aware, middle-class white dude, amirite? Then an enigmatic e-mail sends Barker’s life spiralling along an unanticipated trajectory. Summoned to a late-night confab at the campaign office of controversial mayoral candidate Baz Randell -- folk hero to some, populist blowhard to everyone else -- Barker is looped in on an epic scandal that the politicos in Baz’s employ hope Barker might be able to mitigate. In the midst of mounting chaos, Barker is informed that an anonymous complainant has levied a claim of sexual misconduct against him. Given the university’s embarrassing record of botching cases of harassment and assault, Barker is advised that the administration is looking to bring the hammer down on someone -- anyone -- hard. In his whole life, Barker has never before felt so muchlike a nail.