To Robbie Feaver the law is all about making a play - to a client, a jury, or a judge. But when the flashy, womanizing, multimillion-dollar personal injury lawyer is caught offering bribes, he's forced to wear a wire. Even as the besieged attorney looks after his ailing wife, Feaver must also make tapes that will hurl his friends, his enemies, his city, and a particular FBI undercover agent into a crisis of conscience and law. Now Robbie Feaver is making the play of his life.
©1999 Scott Turow (P)2014 Hachette Audio
An insomniac, perhaps
Very nice job, particularly given what he was reading
The entire plot is contained in first two chapters and last three. Everything else is fill (e.g., one lengthy part describes Lou Gerhig's disease which had nothing to do with the story
Personal Injuries is. It is supposedly the 5th book in the Kindle County series and I had not read the prior 4. In any case, I was lost from the beginning and still lost at the end. My rating is that it is the worst book I have ever read.
Do not buy if the “Mystery Thriller” books you listen to must be plot driven and contain action cliff-hangers.
Read this for the characters and their development.
Publishers Weekly says it better than I can.
“Turow has always been more interested in character than plot, and in Robbie Feaver, a lawyer on the make who ends up fighting for his life, he has created his richest and most compelling figure yet.
….for Feaver is a character of almost Shakespearean contradictions. A charming, brash womanizer who nevertheless shows superhuman reserves of love and patience to his dying wife at home, he is always several jumps ahead of the prosecutors, the FBI and the reader, winning sympathy, even admiration, where there should be none.”
Read the Publisher’s summary for the plot.
Likes intelligent mysteries, spy thrillers, world history, most anything Roman. Hates bad writing.
I consider myself a Scott Turow fan. I have read all his books available on Audible and several in hard copy, never with less than overall appreciation for his ability to draw the reader into his narrative and his skill as a writer. Until now. I feel both puzzled and disappointed by Personal Injuries. Several reviewers have described the plot as boring, presumably because it moves along very slowly, frequently punctuated by digressive descriptions of minor characters and descriptive details of settings, clothing etc. It is, in short, more "literary" than the typical crime procedural mystery. My criticisms are more specific and do not take the author to task for writing a book that departs from my general expectations. I would argue that the books fails in ways that transcend genre. For example, the tensions between Robbie, the protagonist anti-hero sleazeball lawyer, and Evon, the constipated FBI agent assigned to undercover duty in Robbie's office, are artificial, tortured, and ultimately the stuff of television soap opera. Throwing in Robbie's wife dying a slow, painful death from ALS over the span of the story only reinforces this unfortunate impression. The cast of corrupt cops and judges comes across as more caricature than credible. Even poor Sandy Stern, the stately Argentine-American attorney from earlier Turow novels, is dragged in toward the end for a cameo appearance. In desperation perhaps, to lend some credibility? Finally one point that some might regard as nitpicking: the story is told in the person by George. George wafts in and out of the storyline, sometimes omniscient (or nearly so) and other times a relatively uninteresting and incurious observer of events. Turow attempts some unconvincing justification of how George could be cognizant of virtually all the things that are going on in the lives and thoughts of the other characters but it just doesn't fly. Creative writing technique aside, it is never a good thing when the reader is distracted by wondering who is narrating and why. Note: After I wrote this review I did a little research and learned that Time magazine named Personal Injuries as the Best Fiction Novel of 1999. I am left wondering who was on the jury and if they actually read the book.
maybe a boring person
have a story line
Mark very narator.
no. Boring. After seven discs, I still didn't know who was doing what.
It just went on and on and on going into minute details of personal histories. Ugh.
The length of descriptions of how one suffers with ALS were far too long. Although a necessary part of the story, such descriptions seem to be Turow's focus point to the detriment of the story line. A good listen if one is not bothered by such things.
* love to work (nursing informatics) * love dogs * love speed * listen to books constantly *
The characters are boring and wooden, the plot drags, and I couldn't wait for it to be over. It is OK if you have absolutely no other book to read.
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