Ornguze Nashima Nathaniel

Book: Rogue Lawyer.

Author: John Grisham.

Publication: 2015.

Reviewer: ONN.

It’s about a weird lawyer named Sabastian Rudd. He is a divorced father. His le***an ex-wife—also a lawyer—leaves him for a woman named Ava. But the botched lawyer-lawyer union is blessed with a son, Starcher, who enjoys only thirty-six hours with his father in every month.

Rudd has no office save for his expensive van that serves as an office and sometime a haven. He takes cases every other lawyer refuses. For this, his life is on the line every time. He has one sidekick whose name is Partner.

As fleeting as Rogue Lawyer is, it chronicles the court and personal life of Rudd. First it takes us through the case of Gardy, a young boy the people of the town of Milo believe has killed two girls—which were also r***d and left in a pool—and must be given a death sentence. Rudd steps in and walks the guy out without a whiff of conviction. This is easy because Gardy is innocent. Rudd finds out the true killer through his lore of the street and the corrupt system in which Gardy is mired.

Then the plot snakes into a chain of other delicate issues until it gets to the cases of the Frenfros, of Link Scanlon, of the Kemps, and of the Zapate. All of these cases are significant plot points, and they affect the life of Rudd. Matter-of-factly, the cases of Link and the Kemps almost cost his life and that of his eight-year-old son. But the case of Tadoe Zapate tops the chart; not in its viciosity but its shaky solidity.

Tadoe Zapate is Rudd’s fav cage fighter. He loses a match to Crush and angrily plonks the ref, leaving him dead after twenty-something punches on the head. Tadoe is hauled to court, put on trial. Rudd knows the odds are against his client, but he pushes to water down the sentence. There is finally an option for a plea. But Tadoe refuses to plead guilty; he believes good manipulation will have a hung jury at the end.

Tadoe would get his shock.

Rudd isn’t to blame.

You will not get every idea from a book.

A non-Benue denizen, who is afar, will be busy clapping for Ortom because of some sweet pictures of “dwarfish” roads his boys have launched on Facebook.

Dear distant admirer of Ortom, stop the handclap. There is nothing to clap about.

We’re in trouble.

This is for up-and-coming novelists that find it hard to understand the concept of characterisation.

Listen to Elon Musk.