Leonard Orton inhabits a part of Las Vegas that most tourists never see; the dirty underbelly of a city populated by hookers and strippers, juiced-up bouncers and semi-professional cage fighters. Leonard is in the process of running his flagging law firm into the toilet when a woman approaches him to handle a case that might prove to be his salvation. And even if he is a bad lawyer, and Leonard is certainly that -- quite possibly the worst lawyer in all of Las Vegas, which would place him high in the running for worst lawyer worldwide -- Leonard has a chance to resurrect his career and gain a measure of retribution against his lifelong nemesis.
Along the way, Leonard must overcome clashes with a homicidal ex-client with a penchant for inflicting bodily harm with a croquet mallet, a frequently naked Vietnamese butcher, a judge who insists that litigants perform calisthenics in lieu of oral arguments, and a couple of Eastern European hookers whom just might be the death of him. If he can stay out of jail and avoid the annoyingly persistent investigator from the bar association long enough to keep his license, Leonard just might be able to uncover some of his long lost dignity.
Sardonic, edgy, and sure to offend, The Emperor of Glitter Gulch is sure to appeal to fans of Carl Hiassen and the HBO hit comedy series Eastbound and Down.
I can't say I really liked this book. I enjoyed it, if that makes sense. It is funny and witty, but none of the characters really start out as sympathetic, in fact, there is no such thing as sympathetic until the last two chapters.
This book is full of cursing, racism, agism, and every kind of other -ism the author managed to stuff in. I felt kind of bad about laughing at the main character once I learned about the Incident.
And I kept reading because I like an underdog. However, the lawyer in question does eventually become a real boy. It just takes the whole book.