When I was about 100 pages, or a third of the way through this book, I found myself stopping to ponder. You know, I have never really ever read anything by John Grisham book that I didn’t enjoy. I went through all of his titles in my head, and yes, I liked some more than others, but I can’t say I didn’t like any of them. Grisham’s worst is still better than most everyone else.
That is until now…
Grisham’s new legal (if you can call it that) thriller, “The Rooster Bar” starts off during the Christmas holiday season, with four law school students and buddies – Gordy, Mark, Todd, and Zola – going into their last semester before graduation and the payback of their outstanding six-figure loan debt. Each of them has borrowed heavily to attend a lower-tier and lower-rated law school for profit. A school so mediocre that its graduates are rarely able to pass the bar exam and get the higher paying jobs most law students dream of.
One of them, Gordy, has researched further to discover their law school is one of a chain owned by a disreputable New York hedge-fund investor. Using shell companies, the investor also owns a bank specializing in student loans to the chain schools, as well as a group of low-scale law firms hiring the students for those schools. It is a greatly orchestrated law school scam in which they are now involved.
After a dramatic and personal loss, three of them quit school, acquire new identities, and start practicing law without licenses out of a local joined called the Rooster Bar. There are challenges along the way and it doesn’t take long for them in to get into trouble with unsatisfied clients, other cutthroat lawyers, and eventually law enforcement. In addition, Zola’s parents and brother are taken by federal authorities and deported to Senegal, causing her to work through the challenges of corruption in her home county’s legal system in hopes of saving their lives.
Eventually, as with other Grisham novels, the three eventually hatch a risky plan in hopes of getting back at the evil hedge-fund investor, the bad guy that created their unfair student loan situations. I will keep from spoiling the details and the various plot outcomes for those who want the experience of reading the book for themselves.
This book brought home for me a certain truth. John Grisham is an excellent storyteller. He can write an instruction manual or a cookbook and I would somehow be drawn in to his masterful prose. His writing flows in a way that few writers can capture. I often find myself losing track of time, staying up late and ignoring other responsibilities when I am devouring a Grisham book.
Unfortunately, it is that very great writing style that exposes the weaknesses of this book, which is that of a weak plot, less than interesting male protagonists, and a less than stellar ending. The plot lacks any real sustaining interest or suspense for the reader. The conflict does not create much worry or risk for the characters outcome. I was never scared that something really bad was going to happen them in terms of physical harm or serious legal penalties. And although I was drawn into Zola’s fight to save her parents, both Mark and Todd were one dimensional and provided no reason for sympathy or empathy. I had no reason to cheer them on, and the more mistakes they made, it was even tougher to side with them. What ended up saving the book and keeping my interest was Grisham’s strong writing. My enjoyment of his style kept me going to finish the book, even when the ending petered out in a very predictable and flat manner.
Overall, this would have been a good short story or novella, but there just wasn’t enough content for a novel length adventure. Grisham’s storytelling power still reigns, but this story needed more tension, suspense, and content to carry the length of a novel. It needed characters that I cared for and rooted for them to overcome their conflicts and challenges. And it needed an ending where I didn’t think so what about the outcome. That’s it? Really?
I guess there’s always a first, even for the best of them. I can't believe I am saying this, but better luck next time John…