A below average legal thriller. It starts out very slow, meanders a bit and doesn’t get any more interesting towards the end. I felt little empathy for the characters, primarily because they were underdeveloped and the protagonist, Clay Carter, did not come across as likable. Clay just seemed to be an aimless drifter who happened to be in the right place at the right time. Other characters in the book were equally, if not more, insipid. The story itself is not well told unless you’re interested in reading repeated descriptions of the toys of the ultra-rich – even this is mostly yawn inducing.
Verdict: Give it a miss.
A few days ago, Balaji came down to Chennai from Seattle. We met for breakfast and played catch up for a couple of hours. Amma invited him over for lunch, before which we decided to continue yakking at home in my room. A short while later, I got a call which I had to take and unfortunately, it ended up taking longer than I thought it would. As luck would have it, Balaji got a couple of calls himself while I was on the phone and he took them outside the room.
He came back in about 10 minutes later and started typing on the computer and once he was done, he pointed me to it. This is what he’d written:
What are we? Freakin’ teenagers? *aaaaarrrrgggghhh* Whoever it was that said, “With friends like these, you don’t need enemies,” definitely had Balaji in mind.