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This was on target for a 2-star "Not great but adequate fluff for mindless reading" review until the end of chapter 18, where I was forced to read:
"I decide that I'll be in charge of this bath. She wants me to, I can tell. She's hurt and vulnerable.... She wants me to see her, to rub her flesh with a warm sponge. I know she wants this."
About a NINETEEN year old domestic violence victim. That was gross when this was written, and it's gross now. One star and I'm out.
This is now the third of Grisham's novels I've read from a 21st century perspective (having previously read all of them through to The Brethren as a teenager). While The Firm suffers with sexism and cringe, it remains a tolerable read. The Pelican Brief and this really don't. And all three have a very predictable pattern: the male characters are one dimensional, sex-obsessed braggarts; the female characters exist purely to be lusted after or to cause grief to the men around them. The main protagonists are hollow Mary Sue types - young, brilliant, smarter than anyone else around - and every book reads as Grisham's personal gripe against his profession: the work sucks, the hours are long, the ethics are questionable, everyone gets burnout but hey at least the money is good. Thanks but no thanks - these are best left forgotten back in the 90's.
"I decide that I'll be in charge of this bath. She wants me to, I can tell. She's hurt and vulnerable.... She wants me to see her, to rub her flesh with a warm sponge. I know she wants this."
About a NINETEEN year old domestic violence victim. That was gross when this was written, and it's gross now. One star and I'm out.
This is now the third of Grisham's novels I've read from a 21st century perspective (having previously read all of them through to The Brethren as a teenager). While The Firm suffers with sexism and cringe, it remains a tolerable read. The Pelican Brief and this really don't. And all three have a very predictable pattern: the male characters are one dimensional, sex-obsessed braggarts; the female characters exist purely to be lusted after or to cause grief to the men around them. The main protagonists are hollow Mary Sue types - young, brilliant, smarter than anyone else around - and every book reads as Grisham's personal gripe against his profession: the work sucks, the hours are long, the ethics are questionable, everyone gets burnout but hey at least the money is good. Thanks but no thanks - these are best left forgotten back in the 90's.