Besides being able to write, a fact I only discovered almost 25 years after the guy died, and me not being able to believe that I have never read anything by this guy, this is one of the best legal novels I have ever read. That includes those by my hero, Scott Turow, and my hero-runner-up, John Grisham. Where is the sand my head was buried in?
Even so, the story here wasn't about any one case, or even a few of them. It was about the life, both in toto and daily, of one lawyer. I was so taken in by this guy that I regret that I read the second novel of the series first, an omission that will be corrected almost immediately even if I can't correct the order-of-reading mistake.
I love Chicago, and this guy described Detroit as only a Detroit-lover of days gone by could have. Also, I'm not into descriptions of either characters or places unless they really add to the story. The worst waste of space is when an author describes in some detail a minor character who is in the story for two paragraphs, one being the description of him or her. For a 400+ page novel, this author used his space judiciously. I guess one should expect that type of usage from a judge.
This novel probably wasn't really 5 stars, but 4. I gave it that extra star because it hit all my buttons, as well as having its main premise being why this attorney practices, and his why is the same why as Eddie G., my protagonist in Hammering Nails Can be Murder, doesn't practice.
I just wish my stuff was as good as this guy's.