The Appeal

The Appeal

by John Grisham

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In a crowded courtroom in Mississippi, a jury returns a shocking verdict against a chemical company accused of dumping toxic waste into a small town’s water supply, causing the worst “cancer cluster” in history. The company appeals to the Mississippi Supreme Court, whose nine justices will one day either approve the verdict—or reverse it. 

The chemical company is owned by a Wall Street predator named Carl Trudeau, and Mr. Trudeau is convinced the Court is not friendly enough to his interests. With judicial elections looming, he decides to try to purchase himself a seat on the Court. The cost is a few million dollars, a drop in the bucket for a billionaire like Mr. Trudeau. Through an intricate web of conspiracy and deceit, his political operatives recruit a young, unsuspecting candidate. They finance him, manipulate him, market him, and mold him into a potential Supreme Court justice. Their Supreme Court justice.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780345532022
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 01/31/2012
Pages: 496
Sales rank: 76,786
Product dimensions: 4.17(w) x 7.49(h) x 1.19(d)

About the Author

John Grisham is the author of twenty-three novels, including, most recently, The Litigators; one work of nonfiction, a collection of stories, and a novel for young readers. He is the Chairman of the Board of Directors of the Mississippi Innocence Project at the University of Mississippi School of Law. He lives in Virginia and Mississippi.


Oxford, Mississippi, and Albemarle County, Virginia

Date of Birth:

February 8, 1955

Place of Birth:

Jonesboro, Arkansas


B.S., Mississippi State, 1977; J.D., University of Mississippi, 1981

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Chapter One

The jury was ready.

After forty–two hours of deliberations that followed seventy–one days of trial that included 530 hours of testimony from four dozen witnesses, and after a lifetime of sitting silently as the lawyers haggled and the judge lectured and the spectators watched like hawks for telltale signs, the jury was ready. Locked away in the jury room, secluded and secure, ten of them proudly signed their names to the verdict while the other two pouted in their corners, detached and miserable in their dissension. There were hugs and smiles and no small measure of self-congratulation because they had survived this little war and could now march proudly back into the arena with a decision they had rescued through sheer determination and the dogged pursuit of compromise. Their ordeal was over; their civic duty complete. They had served above and beyond. They were ready.

The foreman knocked on the door and rustled Uncle Joe from his slumbers. Uncle Joe, the ancient bailiff, had guarded them while he also arranged their meals, heard their complaints, and quietly slipped their messages to the judge. In his younger years, back when his hearing was better, Uncle Joe was rumored to also eavesdrop on his juries through a flimsy pine door he and he alone had selected and installed. But his listening days were over, and, as he had confided to no one but his wife, after the ordeal of this particular trial he might just hang up his old pistol once and for all. The strain of controlling justice was wearing him down.

He smiled and said, “That’s great. I’ll get the judge,” as if the judge were somewhere in the bowels of the courthouse just waiting for a call from Uncle Joe. Instead, by custom, he found a clerk and passed along the wonderful news. It was truly exciting. The old courthouse had never seen a trial so large and so long. To end it with no decision at all would have been a shame.

The clerk tapped lightly on the judge’s door, then took a step inside and proudly announced, “We have a verdict,” as if she had personally labored through the negotiations and now was presenting the result as a gift.

The judge closed his eyes and let loose a deep, satisfying sigh. He smiled a happy, nervous smile of enormous relief, almost disbelief, and finally said, “Round up the lawyers.”

After almost five days of deliberations, Judge Harrison had resigned himself to the likelihood of a hung jury, his worst nightmare. After four years of bare–knuckle litigation and four months of a hotly contested trial, the prospect of a draw made him ill. He couldn’t begin to imagine the prospect of doing it all again.

He stuck his feet into his old penny loafers, jumped from the chair grinning like a little boy, and reached for his robe. It was finally over, the longest trial of his extremely colorful career.

The clerk’s first call went to the firm of Payton & Payton, a local husband–and–wife team now operating out of an abandoned dime store in a lesser part of town. A paralegal picked up the phone, listened for a few seconds, hung up, then shouted, “The jury has a verdict!” His voice echoed through the cavernous maze of small, temporary workrooms and jolted his colleagues.

He shouted it again as he ran to The Pit, where the rest of the firm was frantically gathering. Wes Payton was already there, and when his wife, Mary Grace, rushed in, their eyes met in a split second of unbridled fear and bewilderment. Two paralegals, two secretaries, and a bookkeeper gathered at the long, cluttered worktable, where they suddenly froze and gawked at one another, all waiting for someone else to speak.

Could it really be over? After they had waited for an eternity, could it end so suddenly? So abruptly? With just a phone call?

“How about a moment of silent prayer,” Wes said, and they held hands in a tight circle and prayed as they had never prayed before. All manner of petitions were lifted up to God Almighty, but the common plea was for victory. Please, dear Lord, after all this time and effort and money and fear and doubt, please, oh please, grant us a divine victory. And deliver us from humiliation, ruin, bankruptcy, and a host of other evils that a bad verdict will bring.

The clerk’s second call was to the cell phone of Jared Kurtin, the architect of the defense. Mr. Kurtin was lounging peacefully on a rented leather sofa in his temporary office on Front Street in downtown Hattiesburg, three blocks from the courthouse. He was reading a biography and watching the hours pass at $750 per. He listened calmly, slapped the phone shut, and said, “Let’s go. The jury is ready.” His dark–suited soldiers snapped to attention and lined up to escort him down the street in the direction of another crushing victory. They marched away without comment, without prayer.

Other calls went to other lawyers, then to the reporters, and within minutes the word was on the street and spreading rapidly.

Somewhere near the top of a tall building in lower Manhattan, a panic-stricken young man barged into a serious meeting and whispered the urgent news to Mr. Carl Trudeau, who immediately lost interest in the issues on the table, stood abruptly, and said, “Looks like the jury has reached a verdict.” He marched out of the room and down the hall to a vast corner suite, where he removed his jacket, loosened his tie, walked to a window, and gazed through the early darkness at the Hudson River in the distance. He waited, and as usual asked himself how, exactly, so much of his empire could rest upon the combined wisdom of twelve average people in backwater Mississippi.

For a man who knew so much, that answer was still elusive.

People were hurrying into the courthouse from all directions when the Paytons parked on the street behind it. They stayed in the car for a moment, still holding hands. For four months they had tried not to touch each other anywhere near the courthouse. Someone was always watching. Maybe a juror or a reporter. It was important to be as professional as possible. The novelty of a married legal team surprised people, and the
Paytons tried to treat each other as attorneys and not as spouses.

And, during the trial, there had been precious little touching away from the courthouse or anywhere else.

“What are you thinking?” Wes asked without looking at his wife. His heart was racing and his forehead was wet. He still gripped the wheel with his left hand, and he kept telling himself to relax.

Relax. What a joke.

“I have never been so afraid,” Mary Grace said.

“Neither have I.”

A long pause as they breathed deeply and watched a television van almost slaughter a pedestrian.

“Can we survive a loss?” she said. “That’s the question.”

“We have to survive; we have no choice. But we’re not going to lose.”

“Attaboy. Let’s go.”

They joined the rest of their little firm and entered the courthouse together. Waiting in her usual spot on the first floor by the soft drink machines was their client, the plaintiff, Jeannette Baker, and when she saw her lawyers, she immediately began to cry. Wes took one arm, Mary Grace the other, and they escorted Jeannette up the stairs to the main courtroom on the second floor. They could’ve carried her. She weighed less than a hundred pounds and had aged five years during the trial. She was depressed, at times delusional, and though not anorexic, she simply didn’t eat. At thirty–four, she had already buried a child and a husband and was now at the end of a horrible trial she secretly wished she had never pursued.

The courtroom was in a state of high alert, as if bombs were coming and the sirens were wailing. Dozens of people milled about, or looked for seats, or chatted nervously with their eyes darting around. When Jared Kurtin and the defense army entered from a side door, everyone gawked as if he might know something they didn’t. Day after day for the past four months he had proven that he could see around corners, but at that moment his face revealed nothing. He huddled gravely with his subordinates.

Across the room, just a few feet away, the Paytons and Jeannette settled into their chairs at the plaintiff ’s table. Same chairs, same positions, same deliberate strategy to impress upon the jurors that this poor widow and her two lonely lawyers were taking on a giant corporation with unlimited resources. Wes Payton glanced at Jared Kurtin, their eyes met, and each offered a polite nod. The miracle of the trial was that the two men were still able to treat each other with a modest dose of civility, even converse when absolutely necessary. It had become a matter of pride. Regardless of how nasty the situation, and there had been so many nasty ones, each was determined to rise above the gutter and offer a hand.

Mary Grace did not look over, and if she had, she would not have nodded or smiled. And it was a good thing that she did not carry a handgun in her purse, or half of the dark suits on the other side wouldn’t be there. She arranged a clean legal pad on the table before her, wrote the date, then her name, then could not think of anything else to log in. In seventy–one days of trial she had filled sixty–six legal pads, all the same size and color and now filed in perfect order in a secondhand metal cabinet in The Pit. She handed a tissue to Jeannette. Though she counted virtually everything, Mary Grace had not kept a running tally on the number of tissue boxes Jeannette had used during the trial. Several dozen at least.

The woman cried almost nonstop, and while Mary Grace was profoundly sympathetic, she was also tired of all the damned crying. She was tired of everything—the exhaustion, the stress, the sleepless nights, the scrutiny, the time away from her children, their run–down apartment, the mountain of unpaid bills, the neglected clients, the cold Chinese food at midnight, the challenge of doing her face and hair every morning so she could be somewhat attractive in front of the jury. It was expected of her.

Stepping into a major trial is like plunging with a weighted belt into a dark and weedy pond. You manage to scramble up for air, but the rest of the world doesn’t matter. And you always think you’re drowning.

A few rows behind the Paytons, at the end of a bench that was quickly becoming crowded, the Paytons’ banker chewed his nails while trying to appear calm. His name was Tom Huff, or Huffy to everyone who knew him. Huffy had dropped in from time to time to watch the trial and offer a silent prayer of his own. The Paytons owed Huffy’s bank $400,000, and the only collateral was a tract of farmland in Cary County owned by Mary Grace’s father. On a good day it might fetch $100,000, leaving, obviously, a substantial chunk of unsecured debt. If the Paytons lost the case, then Huffy’s once promising career as a banker would be over. The bank president had long since stopped yelling at him. Now all the threats were by e-mail.

What had begun innocently enough with a simple $90,000 second mortgage loan against their lovely suburban home had progressed into a gaping hellhole of red ink and foolish spending. Foolish at least in Huffy’s opinion. But the nice home was gone, as was the nice downtown office, and the imported cars, and everything else. The Paytons were risking it all, and Huffy had to admire them. A big verdict, and he was a genius. The wrong verdict, and he’d stand in line behind them at the bankruptcy court.

The moneymen on the other side of the courtroom were not chewing their nails and were not particularly worried about bankruptcy, though it had been discussed. Krane Chemical had plenty of cash and profits and assets, but it also had hundreds of potential plaintiffs waiting like vultures to hear what the world was about to hear. A crazy verdict, and the lawsuits would fly.

But they were a confident bunch at that moment. Jared Kurtin was the best defense lawyer money could buy. The company’s stock had dipped only slightly. Mr. Trudeau, up in New York, seemed to be satisfied.

They couldn’t wait to get home.

Thank God the markets had closed for the day.

Uncle Joe yelled, “Keep your seats,” and Judge Harrison entered through the door behind his bench. He had long since cut out the silly routine of requiring everyone to stand just so he could assume his throne.

“Good afternoon,” he said quickly. It was almost 5:00 p.m. “I have been informed by the jury that a verdict has been reached.” He was looking around, making sure the players were present. “I expect decorum at all times. No outbursts. No one leaves until I dismiss the jury. Any questions? Any additional frivolous motions from the defense?”

Jared Kurtin never flinched. He did not acknowledge the judge in any way, but just kept doodling on his legal pad as if he were painting a masterpiece. If Krane Chemical lost, it would appeal with a vengeance, and the cornerstone of its appeal would be the obvious bias of the Honorable Thomas Alsobrook Harrison IV, a former trial lawyer with a proven dislike for all big corporations in general and, now, Krane Chemical in particular.

“Mr. Bailiff, bring in the jury.”

The door next to the jury box opened, and somewhere a giant unseen vacuum sucked every ounce of air from the courtroom. Hearts froze. Bodies stiffened. Eyes found objects to fixate on. The only sound was that of the jurors’ feet shuffling across well–worn carpet.

Jared Kurtin continued his methodical scribbling. His routine was to never look at the faces of the jurors when they returned with a verdict. After a hundred trials he knew they were impossible to read. And why bother? Their decision would be announced in a matter of seconds anyway. His team had strict instructions to ignore the jurors and show no reaction whatsoever to the verdict.

Of course Jared Kurtin wasn’t facing financial and professional ruin. Wes Payton certainly was, and he could not keep his eyes from the eyes of the jurors as they settled into their seats. The dairy operator looked away, a bad sign. The schoolteacher stared right through Wes, another bad sign. As the foreman handed an envelope to the clerk, the minister’s wife glanced at Wes with a look of pity, but then she had been offering the same sad face since the opening statements.

Mary Grace caught the sign, and she wasn’t even looking for it. As she handed another tissue to Jeannette Baker, who was practically sobbing now, Mary Grace stole a look at juror number six, the one closest to her, Dr. Leona Rocha, a retired English professor at the university. Dr. Rocha, behind red-framed reading glasses, gave the quickest, prettiest, most sensational wink Mary Grace would ever receive.

“Have you reached a verdict?” Judge Harrison was asking.

“Yes, Your Honor, we have,” the foreman said.

“Is it unanimous?”

“No, sir, it is not.”

“Do at least nine of you agree on the verdict?”

“Yes, sir. The vote is 10 to 2.”

“That’s all that matters.”

Mary Grace scribbled a note about the wink, but in the fury of the moment she could not read her own handwriting. Try to appear calm, she kept telling herself.

Judge Harrison took the envelope from the clerk, removed a sheet of paper, and began reviewing the verdict—heavy wrinkles burrowing into his forehead, eyes frowning as he pinched the bridge of his nose. After an eternity he said, “It appears to be in order.” Not one single twitch or grin or widening of the eyes, nothing to indicate what was written on the sheet of paper.

He looked down and nodded at his court reporter and cleared his throat, thoroughly relishing the moment. Then the wrinkles softened around his eyes, the jaw muscles loosened, the shoulders sagged a bit, and, to Wes anyway, there was suddenly hope that the jury had scorched the defendant.

In a slow, loud voice, Judge Harrison read: “Question number one: ‘Do you find, by a preponderance of the evidence, that the groundwater at issue was contaminated by Krane Chemical Corporation?’ ” After a treacherous pause that lasted no more than five seconds, he continued, “The answer is ‘Yes.’ ”

One side of the courtroom managed to breathe while the other side began to turn blue.

“Question number two: ‘Do you find, by a preponderance of the evidence, that the contamination was the proximate cause of the death or deaths of (a) Chad Baker and/or (b) Pete Baker?’ Answer: ‘Yes, for both.’ ”

Mary Grace managed to pluck tissues from a box and hand them over with her left hand while writing furiously with her right. Wes managed to steal a glance at juror number four, who happened to be glancing at him with a humorous grin that seemed to say, “Now for the good part.”

“Question number three: ‘For Chad Baker, what amount of money do you award to his mother, Jeannette Baker, as damages for his wrongful death?’ Answer: ‘Five hundred thousand dollars.’ ”

Dead children aren’t worth much, because they earn nothing, but Chad’s impressive award rang like an alarm because it gave a quick preview of what was to come. Wes stared at the clock above the judge and thanked God that bankruptcy had been averted.

“Question number four: ‘For Pete Baker, what amount of money do you award to his widow, Jeannette Baker, as damages for his wrongful death?’ Answer: ‘Two and a half million dollars.’ ”

There was a rustle from the money boys in the front row behind Jared Kurtin. Krane could certainly handle a $3 million hit, but it was the ripple effect that suddenly terrified them. For his part, Mr. Kurtin had yet to flinch.

Not yet.

Jeannette Baker began to slide out of her chair. She was caught by both of her lawyers, who pulled her up, wrapped arms around her frail shoulders, and whispered to her. She was sobbing, out of control.

There were six questions on the list that the lawyers had hammered out, and if the jury answered yes to number five, then the whole world would go crazy. Judge Harrison was at that point, reading it slowly, clearing his throat, studying the answer. Then he revealed his mean streak. He did so with a smile. He glanced up a few inches, just above the sheet of paper he was holding, just over the cheap reading glasses perched on his nose, and he looked directly at Wes Payton. The grin was tight, conspiratorial, yet filled with gleeful satisfaction.

“Question number five: ‘Do you find, by a preponderance of the evidence, that the actions of Krane Chemical Corporation were either intentional or so grossly negligent as to justify the imposition of punitive damages?’ Answer: ‘Yes.’ ”

Mary Grace stopped writing and looked over the bobbing head of her client to her husband, whose gaze was frozen upon her. They had won, and that alone was an exhilarating, almost indescribable rush of euphoria. But how large was their victory? At that crucial split second, both knew it was indeed a landslide.

“Question number six: ‘What is the amount of punitive damages?’ Answer: ‘Thirty-eight million dollars.’ ”

There were gasps and coughs and soft whistles as the shock waves rattled around the courtroom. Jared Kurtin and his gang were busy writing everything down and trying to appear unfazed by the bomb blast. The honchos from Krane in the front row were trying to recover and breathe normally. Most glared at the jurors and thought vile thoughts that ran along the lines of ignorant people, backwater stupidity, and so on.

Mr. and Mrs. Payton were again both reaching for their client, who was overcome by the sheer weight of the verdict and trying pitifully to sit up. Wes whispered reassurances to Jeannette while repeating to himself the numbers he had just heard. Somehow, he managed to keep his face serious and avoid a goofy smile.

Huffy the banker stopped crunching his nails. In less than thirty seconds he had gone from a disgraced, bankrupt former bank vice president to a rising star with designs on a bigger salary and office. He even felt smarter. Oh, what a marvelous entrance into the bank’s boardroom he would choreograph first thing in the morning. The judge was going on about formalities and thanking the jurors, but Huffy didn’t care. He had heard all he needed to hear.

The jurors stood and filed out as Uncle Joe held the door and nodded with approval. He would later tell his wife that he had predicted such a verdict, though she had no memory of it. He claimed he hadn’t missed a verdict in the many decades he had worked as a bailiff. When the jurors were gone, Jared Kurtin stood and, with perfect composure, rattled off the usual post-verdict inquiries, which Judge Harrison took with great compassion now that the blood was on the floor. Mary Grace had no response. Mary Grace didn’t care. She had what she wanted.

Wes was thinking about the $41 million and fighting his emotions. The firm would survive, as would their marriage, their reputations, everything.

When Judge Harrison finally announced, “We are adjourned,” a mob raced from the courtroom. Everyone grabbed a cell phone.


An Interview with John Grisham

Your new novel starts off where most courtroom dramas end -- with the verdict. Where did you get the idea to reverse the usual order of events this time around?

The actual trial is not a terribly significant part of the story. Most all of the action and intrigue begins after the trial is over, with the verdict and the subsequent appeal.

The Appeal overtly suggests that elected judges can be bought. If the novel is meant as a cautionary tale, what's next -- the presidential primaries?

Why not? Over one billion dollars will be spent next year in the presidential primaries and general election. With that kind of money floating around, anything can be bought.

Speaking of electoral politics, you've been more vocal recently about your political views...first supporting Jim Webb for Senate and now endorsing Hillary Clinton for the White House. Have you given any thought to running for office yourself?

No. I made that mistake 25 years ago, and promised myself I would never do it again. I enjoy watching and participating in politics from the sidelines, but it's best to keep some distance.

This is your first legal thriller in three years. How did it feel to get back to the genre that started it all, and can fans expect another thriller from you next year?

I still enjoy writing the legal thrillers, and don't plan to get too far away from them. Obviously, they have been very good to me, and they remain popular. I plan to write one a year for the next several years.

Your nonfiction book The Innocent Man continues to be a bestseller in paperback. In your ongoing work with The Innocence Project, have you come across another story of the wrongfully convicted that begs to be written as nonfiction?

There are literally hundreds of great stories out there about wrongfully convicted defendants. I am continually astounded by these stories, and I resist the temptation to take the plunge again into nonfiction.

What's on your bedside reading list at the moment?

1. The Nine by Jeffrey Toobin; 2. Eric Clapton's autobiography; and 3. East of Eden by John Steinbeck.

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deantalley More than 1 year ago
John Grisham is tops when it comes to writing legal thrillers. His books pose the realistic thoughts of what if..... in regards to legal issues. This book is about the possibility of can a position be bought on a Court. Since the Roman's this has been done so why should be belive it can't happen in America. No question in my mind that more than one Judge currenty sittin on the bench has been paid for his position. Grisham writes with a Southern flavor that's makes you long for the smell of Magnolia's and the South. You can never go wrong reading a John Grisham book.
kalooney More than 1 year ago
What in the world has happened to John Grisham? Has he run out of ways to make his books interesting and/or exciting or just forgotten how to do that? I loved his early books but in the last few years his books have become increasingly boring. Years ago he forgot how to write a satisfying ending, but at least the journey was entertaining ("The Broker" for example.)

With "The Appeal" he has reached a new low. I plodded through the thing hoping that eventually there would be something interesting only to be disappointed at the end of every chapter, including the last one.

I used to wait impatiently for a new Grisham book and loved his early works like "A Time to Kill." In the last few years I've read his books sporadicaly and with varying degrees of disappointment. This will be the last. My verdict on John Grisham is that he should retire from fiction writing and go back to practicing law.
Hrsrdr More than 1 year ago
From the very beginning of John Grisham's novel The Appeal, he proves to be a very powerful author. The book is loaded with imagery and description, projecting, in great detail, every scene, every expression, every emotion of every character. Somehow, as it alternates between a variety of main characters, The Appeal portrays each one's nature so clearly that the reader finds himself agreeing with every perspective, virtually living and understanding the life of every character, and not just that of the "good guy." The Appeal describes an innocent, middle-aged man who is suddenly thrown into the heat and thrill of a legal race, and also, though he is unaware of it, into the manipulating hands of dangerous and cunning characters whose reputations and companies are at stake. It depicts not only the campaigning involved in a legal race, but also of the pressure that the responsibility of acting in the US government has on family life and personal standards. It reveals the cunning art of advertising, the sometimes evil and dishonest work that is put into the manipulatation of public views. It shows both the great variety and the many similarities of the many players on the chessboard of politics. The Appeal also demonstrates a scale of brilliant planning behind the story. At the heart of what should be the climax of the book, an incredible twist in the plot blasts everything into a completely new perspective, adding a whole new dimension to not only the storyline, but to the entire order of human society. The Appeal's ending is unprecedented and very dramatic, once again astounding the reader with its chilling and memorable aspect that reaches to the depths of human nature. I recommend this book to any reader looking for a striking, memorable novel. The Appeal is original and unsettling in its plot, themes, and grip on reality. It more than earns its place on the New York Times Bestseller list, and John Grisham is going to be a sought-after author for me for many years to come.
Sean_From_OHIO More than 1 year ago
I am a big fan of John Grisham but I was disappointed here. Grisham usually makes me feel like I know the characters so well that I can believe they're real. Here, the vast cast isn't fleshed out enough due to the huge number of players. Added to the fact the plot itself is tedious and incredibly slow the book is just average. While the ending was both parts predictable and not, it still wasn't satisfying. There are plenty of better offerings by this author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Once I began reading this book I could not put it down. In the beginning, (for being a younger audience member to such a detailed book) I didnt quite get the point of the story. I am not one who follows politics. But as I kept reading, Grisham continued to bring me in through the many characters and perspectives he created. He also explained in high detail about politics. As you go along the tale of one man's journey to regain wealth and power in society you will see the effect that money has on people and the justice system in our world today. You can't help but to think to ask yourself, "do things like that actually happen in our present world?" The book is very entertaining throughout the story up until the end. The end of the novel was very weak and leaves the reader hanging. However, the moral is clearly shown in this story and I would recommend The Appeal to anyone looking for a dramatic novel filled with the harsh truths in our society.
BBraverman More than 1 year ago
There is an old civil rights joke about a black defendant who says: "If you're looking for justice in the courtroom, that's what you'll find - just us!" The Appeal is a gritty tale, filled with the raw emotion of of human suffering, a classic David vs. Goliath plot, three dimensional characters, and some very realistic twists. John Grisham ain't famous for nothin'. He has written a compelling novel.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I miss the "old grisham", all those wonderful books I read when he first hit the literary scene. The Appeal was too long and too boring. I kept reading thinking the plot would thicken and the book would end with a BANG! I was left empty handed, regretting spending the money to buy the book. It's a good thing I didn't jump at the hardcover!
WalkerSP More than 1 year ago
I hate to say goodbye... I've enjoyed a number of other Grisham books. But this one just seems angry, bitter, and political. If you love trial lawyers, and think that they are altruistic, selfless do-gooders who really do what they do just for the sake of the poor and downtrodden (instead of for the multimillions in judgments), then you might enjoy this book. But when Grisham tries to make heros of these folks, it just doesn't fly... just can't swallow it. Along the way he makes vindictive little stabs at so many other people that the tone just seems depressing and bitter. There's not a lick of humor in this book... what happened to the old Grisham?
reannon on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is a thorougly depressing book, well-told. Once again Grisham tells a tale of political and corporate corruption, this time of large polluting corporations buying judgeships in order to get the verdict they want. He makes each of the characters real, even the bad guys. Of course it is the victims that one most feels for.Grisham is way too believable, and thus the depression. I have no doubt that events similar to those in the book are going on even now. I'm glad that Grisham's out there, writing best sellers, and telling the public how the world works.
claude_lambert on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is a very believable story about the CEO of a firm that ignores the law and pollutes the environment. The pollution creates a cluster of cancers. A couple of lawyers decide to go to trial: they are going to win. Unless the CEO finds a parade, and he does: he is going to buy himself a state supreme court judge. It is a fascinating read, as usual with Grisham. I specially like the link between the trial and the evolution of the value of the stock on the market. As Grisham says himself in a note at the end of the book: "there is a lot of truth in this story." It is the not so pleasant side of the book.An excellent read.
woodsathome on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I looked forward to Grisham's return to courtroom drama's after so many playing for pizza like diversions. Sadly I was disappointed, just not up to his earlier standards
ZachMontana on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Enjoyable book on tape of a chemical company dumping toxic waste in a town where the water supply becomes polluted causing cancer in a large part of the population. Tells how small town lawyers try to battle against the resources of the rich owner, who uses his wealth to try and buy a Mississippi Supreme Court Justice to sway the verdict of the case. Believable plot and good human stories help make it a relevant book for our times.
ulfhjorr on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Grisham returns to form with The Appeal, a book that could be ripped from today's headlines of greed and corruption.
ALincolnNut on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
John Grisham attempts to recapture the tension and flavor of his early work, especially his hugely popular "The Firm" in this look at personal injury law in Mississippi. The book focuses on a case of wrongful death against a chemical company, and the lengths to which the company goes to win a reversal of the case on appeal.The book has two main focuses. The first is on the appeal of the case itself, which threatens to bankrupt the small legal practice of husband and wife lawyers. The anticipation of other victims, who have their own cases pending, and the attempts of other lawyers to enroll multiple clients for a class action suit.The second, and eventually overpowering focus, is on the attempt of the company to elect a pro-business, anti-liability lawsuit judge to the Mississippi supreme court. Grisham is obviously concerned about the elections for supreme court justices in his home state, and he spares no effort to detail the great lengths that the chemical company, and those it employs, go to, sparing no expense to put their judge on the court.In some ways, this is Grisham's best novel in recent years, though it certainly does not compare to his stellar non-fiction debut, "The Innocent Man." Unlike some recent books, this one has more characters and much more plot. In fact, Grisham seems to be introducing new characters for almost the entire book, a welcome change from books like "The Broker" and "The Testament," which seemed a little paint by numbers.On the other hand, while the conspiracies of "The Appeal" are interesting and lead to a page-turning thriller, the end of the novel is very disappointing, a resolution that seems forced on the story. While the ending does not entirely ruin the novel, it certainly leaves an unpleasant aftertaste, which lessens the story's effect.
Pam1960ca on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this latest novel by John Grisham so much. I was really disappointed in 'Playing for Pizza'. That's not one I would recommend. But 'The Appeal' is definitely worth a read.
joecflee on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
John Grisham delivers a novel that is less than filling. The premise and the issues are contemporary and quite attention grabbing, but he fails to deliver the goods in the end.It sounds like a fairly routine description of how political machines run elections, and the setting that this is a judicial election doesn't add too much. The twists toward the end was predictable, but not satisfying.Even though it left me with an even emptier feeling at the end, I loved the Partner much more than this.
LivelyLady on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Grisham's best, in my opinion! Anticipating an appeal to reverse a large monetary judgment against a chemical company, "big business" backs the election of a new supreme court judge on the Mississippi Supreme Court. This may have been of more interest to me at this time as the "marketing" of the presidential candidates is taking place.
she_climber on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Typical Grisham - reworking the same stories over and over again.
Jeffrey414 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A frightening "novel" of politics and the impact on the American legal system and how it is manipulated by big business and takes advantage of wronged people who cannot defend themselves. Grisaham back to his legal roots. I have no doubt that courts are manipulated constantly by big business with millions of dollars at their disposal to overturn verdicts granted to damaged families, individuals, and innocent children. I would recommend this book to anyone who enjoys the legal system and liked early Grisham works.
Doondeck on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
One of Grisham's best. There are many dark sides to the law and this book describes one of the darkest. I thought Grisham did better than usual with character development and the plot is holds your interest and moves along quickly.
bigorangemichael on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
John Grisham's first legal thriller in several years isn't your typical John Grisham legal thriller. Instead of featuring a plucky young lawyer taking on the system in the courtroom, "The Appeal" starts with the end of the trial and examines what happens from there.For years, Krane Chemicals polluted the water of a small town in Mississippi with illegal chemical dumping. Now they've been taken to trial in the first of what could be many lawsuits by one of the families in the case and lost--to the tune of $41 million in all. The case is set for appeal and the head of Krane Chemicals decides he wants to stack the deck. He embarks on a campaign to buy a seat on the Mississippi Supreme Court and pad his own net worth.And that's just the first chapter. "The Appeal" is a stark warning on the dangers of selecting justices for courts from a system that allows campaign contributions. It warns us about justices out to make laws instead of interpret them, of campaigns run on style over substance and where image is everything. It's a stark, harrowing warning by the current king of the legal thriller and a sobering thought in this election year. Grisham populates his book with a large cast of characters, but it never becomes confusing or unwieldy. The story is compelling, the dilemma fascinating and the warning very real. Grisham entertains and warns without preaching.
milibrarian on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Grisham is back with another legal thriller, but it isn't quite as good as some of his older books. This time a small town lawyer has sued a large company over their toxic waste and its devastating effects on his client and the entire town; their win of a $41 million settlement is appealed. But with money to spare, Krane Chemicals attempts to buy their choice for an appellate judge by financing his campaign in return for decisions limiting liability. There are a lot of characters and it can be difficult at times to keep everyone straight, but this is also an interesting look at the dangers of "buying" and "selling" justice.
nglofile_reads_2008 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
So-so. Interesting indictments of voter manipulation, but no character to truly champion. Story drags in several places, especially in central acts. Overall, unsatisfying.P.S. This isn't the first time I've been distracted by the Xanadu actor being the voice of Grisham. It just jumps me out of the action at the strangest times.
eembooks on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This Grisham is mostly unappealing I was hoping for at least a dramatic ending. New characters in every chapter made for a cluttered landscape. Big business, bad chemical company and dirty politics (buying a state supreme justice) were the winners in this his latest novel. I think there are 3 of his books I have not read but will need a rest.
Bumpersmom on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Reading for me is fun, unfortunately for some reason, this book made if more like a chore. It took me 12 days for what I would normally do in 2 or 3 at best. I had to force myself to pick it up and continue. This is not like the John Grisham books of the past, it drags its feet, and becomes tedious in the details, many of which are not really necessary to the story itself. The characters are superficial, Mr. Grisham doesn't give them enough depth to like or dislike them, just inserts them into the story when he needs someone to fill in or keep the flow moving. I was disappointed, and bored. Certainly not what I have come to expect from a Grisham book.