‘The Summons’
by John Grisham
Doubleday, $27.95
John Grisham, the master of legal thrillers, is back with another. With no fewer than 13 astoundingly popular novels under his belt, his new offering, “The Summons,” features much of what made him so popular: clever hooks, characters under pressure and endearing Southern settings. Unfortunately, Grisham’s new novel (in bookstores today) lacks the most important elements of his past success: suspense, drama and novel plot twists. Without it, what remains is a bland and tasteless “Grisham Lite” not worth the time and effort to read to its plodding and all-too-obvious denouement.
“The Summons” revolves around the death of a prominent, but retired, small-town judge, Reuben Atlee. Atlee, who lives in the family’s decaying mansion in Clanton, Miss., is famously crusty and demanding. Dying of cancer, he summons his two sons to discuss his estate. One, Ray Atlee, is a law professor in Virginia who has disappointed his father by teaching rather than returning to Clanton to join his father’s law office. Forrest, the other son, is even worse: a drunkard and drug addict who alternates between expensive rehab, embarrassing drunken frolics and failed efforts to remain clean.
Ray reluctantly returns to Clanton as directed. When he arrives, he discovers his father, dead, apparently from either the cancer or an overdose of morphine. Among his papers is a new will, completed by his father moments before his death, leaving his estate to his sons.
But as Ray recovers from the shock of his death, he finds something even more surprising: a little more than $3 million in cash stuffed neatly into 27 boxes on the bookshelf of the silent, dark mansion. The cash – far more than the judge could possibly have earned in his working life – raises provoking questions as to its origins.
Ray struggles with how to respond: If he reports the cash, it would inevitably tarnish his father’s reputation and, because of estate taxes, would be subject to crushing taxation. And, if Forrest receives half, he is likely to self-destruct.
Ray decides to keep the horde of cash secret – and safe – while he tries to unravel the mystery of its origin. But Ray is not the only one aware of the cash, a fact that becomes painfully clear as Ray receives a variety of anonymous and threatening notes and letters.
The bulk of the action in the book is devoted to Ray’s sometimes frantic efforts to protect the cash, determine its source and do the right thing while sorely tempted by the apparent windfall. Unable to bank the cash – because of the paper trail it would create and questions it would raise – he attempts a variety of sometimes-comical protective efforts.
In a resolution that is almost painfully obvious from early in the novel, Ray’s dilemma is ultimately solved for him. But there’s no need to worry about staying up late for this one. As the final page turns, you are more likely to be agitated not by the suspense, but at the lack of it.
“The Summons” represents a return to the world of law for Grisham. After 11 best-selling courtroom thrillers, his last two novels (“A Painted House” and “Skipping Christmas”) had nothing to do with law or lawyers.
But it is, in many ways, a disappointing return. Grisham’s wildly popular earlier novels often featured lawyers, witnesses or jurors caught in a tangle of dangerous crosscurrents, running from death or worse, with the entire morass suddenly clearing with a surprising and plot-twisting finale.
No such luck here. This novel plods along at a slow and wobbly pace to a conclusion so plainly foretold that the only suspense is how long we have to wait to get there.
To his credit, Grisham’s writing is more evocative than his past efforts. Although most of the characters are Grisham’s standard cardboard cutouts, Ray Atlee, at least, is developed. The careful drawing of the decaying Atlee mansion, too, is worth noting, with its creaking floorboards and dominating oil paintings coming to life as almost a character in its own right.
But this hardly saves the book from itself. Almost everything that might otherwise make the book worth reading is missing: suspense, a spine-tingling surprise ending or even a larger point about law, money or the moral dilemmas we all confront every day. Grisham diehards will no doubt snap it up in record numbers, but most will finish it with the same question: That’s it?
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More power to the people: Judge William Dwyer finds juries not guilty of damaging the U.S. justice system
‘In the Hands of the People: The Trial Jury’s Origins, Triumphs, Troubles, and Future in American Democracy’
by William L. Dwyer
Thomas Dunne Books, $24.95
The trial jury, the hallmark of the American justice system, is increasingly under attack as out of control, dangerously vulnerable to manipulative trial lawyers, and, all too often, the source of skyrocketing damage awards. Commentators from across the political spectrum have demanded, with increasing urgency, various reforms to eliminate or limit the role of a jury.
U.S. District Judge William Dwyer begs to differ.
In the just-published “In the Hands of the People,” he offers a spirited defense of the jury-trial system.
The book surveys the history and purpose of the jury system, addresses the principal arguments for its demise and offers thoughtful proposals to strengthen, not abolish, the role of the trial jury.
Dwyer is no stranger to the process. As a Seattle trial lawyer, he handled some of the Northwest’s most significant cases – including the lawsuit against Major League Baseball that resulted in the creation of the Mariners. He gained a reputation as one of the best trial attorneys in the state.
Appointed to the federal bench in 1987, Dwyer has since handled some of the most significant cases of the past 15 years: protecting spotted-owl habitat and restricting logging on a public lands; ruling that Metro’s political structure was unconstitutional; and striking down Washington’s term-limits restrictions. And he has presided over hundreds of jury trials and worked with thousands of jurors, witnesses and lawyers, and earned an unparalleled reputation as one of the most outstanding federal judges in the nation.
Dwyer begins with a review of the origins of the jury as an alternative to earlier methods for resolving disputes, such as trial by battle, torture, oath-swearing contests, or other medieval forms of dispute resolution.
From its English common-law origins, the jury slowly gained independent power and, when transplanted to the American Colonies, became a key check against governmental tyranny and an important and unique aspect of the American participatory democracy.
The latter half of the book surveys the principal objections to the jury system and, point by point, dismantles them as largely unsupported by evidence, contradicted by the actual record in specific cases, or hinged primarily on isolated, but highly publicized, aberrations.
There are significant problems with the American justice system, Dwyer acknowledges, quoting Ambrose Bierce’s famous definition of litigation as a process into which one enters as a pig and exits as a sausage.
These include long delays until trial, unimaginable expense, overloaded courts and endlessly contentious counsel – but not one of these faults can be blamed on the jury and most can, and should, be addressed by reforms elsewhere.
Still, the judge concedes reforms should be taken, not to limit juries, but to strengthen them. His proposals range from modest to striking.
To increase the diversity of juries, Dwyer would increase compensation for jury service and restrict opportunities to evade service (thus increasing participation of the poor and the well off).
To streamline jury selection, he would have most questioning conducted by the trial judge, with only limited follow-up questions by the lawyers.
He would eliminate notoriously disruptive midtrial sidebar conferences between the judge and lawyers, strictly budget and control the length of trials, increase the use of court-appointed experts, encourage juror participation through questions of witnesses and note-taking and translate arcane “legalese” favored by obtuse lawyers into plain English more readily comprehensible to the average juror.
Perhaps most controversially, he would limit or eliminate the peremptory challenge, the right of a party to eliminate a certain number of potential jurors without cause or explanation.
Dwyer’s proposals are not all new or novel and don’t purport to be. But, built on a solid foundation of history and experience, his suggestions offer thoughtful suggestions to strengthen the role of the jury. Some of these proposals might, and perhaps should, be debated, but it would be a foolish lawyer, judge or litigant who ignored this set of proposals.
In 1670, as Quaker leader William Penn was dragged from the courtroom by the king’s forces and the jury was threatened with prosecution if it did not convict him, Penn called out to the jurors not to “give away your right(s).” From the jury box came the reply: “Nor will we ever do it!”
As Dwyer closes this volume, he urges, “Our response should be the same. -

A ‘bully’ biography: Morris’ second installment of Roosevelt’s life has the potential for another Pulitzer Prize
‘Theodore Rex’
by Edmund Morris
Random House, $35
A bit more than one century ago, on Sept. 21, 1901, Theodore Roosevelt assumed the presidency after the death of his predecessor, William McKinley, by an assassin’s bullet. At 42, he was – and remains – the youngest president to hold the office.
Over the next eight years, he towered over the political landscape, built an American empire, and through sheer force of personality bent the political world to his will.
The second in a three-volume biography of Roosevelt’s life, “Theodore Rex” begins with Roosevelt’s ascent to office in 1901 and ends with his departure from the White House in 1908.
The title, bestowed by Henry James, pays tribute to Roosevelt’s power during his presidency. Edmund Morris won the Pulitzer Prize for the first volume of the biography and, with this dazzling effort, could easily win another.
Carefully drawing from Roosevelt’s private papers and those of his contemporaries, Morris compiles a vivid portrait of Roosevelt’s ferocious zest for life, keen intelligence and unerring political judgment.
Roosevelt all but leaps from the pages, flashing smiles, snapping off crisp sentences and, above all, commanding attention.
Roosevelt’s achievements can scarcely be overstated – building the Panama Canal, personally negotiating the end of the Russo-Japanese War of 1905 (for which he won the Nobel Peace Prize), and arm-twisting both labor and railroad tycoons into an improbable settlement of the violent 1902 coal miners’ strike in Pennsylvania that threatened to disrupt the economy and leave millions without heat as winter approached.
Roosevelt built up the Navy (his infamous “big stick”), extending American naval power throughout the world, and introduced conservation to the American public – single-handedly tripling the size of the national forests (including national forests in the Washington Cascades and Olympics) and creating 51 national wildlife refuges, thus preserving the nearly extinct “Roosevelt” elk and laying the groundwork for the creation in 1938 of Olympic National Park.
On race relations, Roosevelt invited Booker T. Washington to the White House for dinner, a groundbreaking move, but later unfairly discharged 160 African-American soldiers accused without proof of a murderous rebellion against local racism in Brownsville, Texas.
Roosevelt aggressively challenged the powerful corporate trusts, enacting landmark antitrust legislation and launching trust-busting prosecutions of some of the most infamous trusts and industrialists of the time.
J.P. Morgan, still bitter from Roosevelt’s treatment of him, is said to have once raised his glass at dinner, as Roosevelt left on a post-presidential safari, to the toast: “America expects that every lion will do his duty.”
Roosevelt’s White House crackled with energy, noise and bustling confusion as his six beloved children swarmed throughout the grounds. Adored by his children, he was an honorary member of the White House gang of rebellious boys.
But Roosevelt himself had something of the bumptious boy in him. He adored physical challenge, constantly pushing himself to the limit in climbing, hiking, galloping on horseback through Washington’s Rock Creek Park, or leading puzzled European diplomats through the muddy park.
His infamous “walks” often included waist-high wading through water still half-frozen from winter’s chill, or rock-climbing up dangerous outcroppings, his guests struggling to keep up with Roosevelt as he surged ahead.
He was a committed hunter and often returned from his outings with a limp, hiding huge bruises or pulled muscles. Roosevelt once famously refused to shoot a bear, captured by his hosts during a hunting trip in Mississippi and tied to a tree for his convenience. His sportsmanship was noted in editorial cartoons, and the bear later became a symbol, his name forever attached to millions of “Teddy bears.”
Roosevelt was re-elected in 1904 by a landslide, upon which he promptly announced that he would not seek re-election to another term. He was acutely aware of the dangers of overstaying his welcome and felt that, once made, his promise could not be forsaken. He remained true to his commitment and declined the 1908 nomination in favor of William Howard Taft, his chosen successor.
Morris deftly closes this volume with Roosevelt’s departure from Washington to his cherished New York estate, Sagamore Hills, “the image of his receding grin and wave” fading into history.
Morris’ first volume of this biography was acclaimed as a singular triumph. His more recent fictionalized “biography” of Ronald Reagan (“Dutch”) was far more controversial, derided by many as bizarre and self-indulgent.
In “Theodore Rex,” Morris returns to form and produces a rare blend of superb research, engaging writing and a fascinating portrait of one of America’s most interesting presidents. Roosevelt would surely have declared it “bully. -

Governor didn’t know when to fold ’em
‘Bad Bet on the Bayou’
by Tyler Bridges
Farrar, Straus and Giroux, $27.50
Louisiana has always been one of our most colorful states. In “Bad Bet on the Bayou,” author Tyler Bridges tells the story of the rise of gambling in Louisiana in the 1990s under the free-wheeling guidance of Edwin Edwards, the state’s four-term charismatic governor.
Edwards’ subsequent entanglement with organized crime, improper payoffs and public corruption ultimately led to his downfall and conviction. It’s a story that could teach many lessons, but not with this disappointing effort.
Edwards, having narrowly obtained legislative approval for a land-based casino, several riverboat casinos and video-poker machines, orchestrated the licensing and leasing process, obtaining huge (and hugely improper) cash payments for himself along the way.
He once stuffed $400,000 into a money vest he wore to avoid detection at an airport. But the FBI snared him with a series of wiretaps and informers with tape recorders.
Edwards himself leads an imposing cast of rakish characters. So confident of winning reelection in 1983, he opined that he couldn’t lose unless he was caught “in bed with a dead girl or a live boy.”
But Edwards is only the start. Aging organized-crime figures fumble over money-management problems, high-flying developers offer pyramid-scheme financing to build outsized casinos, and FBI agents wiretap phones. It’s a great story. Unfortunately, Bridges fails to live up to its potential. The author, a reporter for The Times-Picayune, offers little more than a nod to historical context, introduces dozens of characters with every turn of the page, often out of chronological sequence, and draws few lessons from the tale. -

The City of Roses is smelling like murder
‘Wild Justice’
By Phillip Margolin
HarperCollins,$26
When Portland Detective Bobby Vasquez receives an anonymous tip that notorious drug dealer Martin Breach is about to make a large cocaine sale to prominent surgeon Vincent Cardoni in a remote mountain cabin, he’s faced with a choice. He can try to corroborate the tip, obtain a lawful warrant, and search the cabin. Or he can just search the cabin without a warrant and hope his fabricated excuse for doing so holds up in court. Intent on nailing Breach, Vasquez opts to ignore the legal niceties.
The cabin, as it turns out, holds no cocaine but does feature two severed heads carefully stored in the fridge. A nearby makeshift burial ground contains the mutilated remains of nine bodies. The bloodstained operating table in the basement makes it clear that this was the work of an insane serial killer. And all but conclusive evidence points to Cardoni, a notoriously violent surgeon.
All this by Page 59, and the pace only begins to accelerate in Portland writer Phillip Margolin’s new thriller, “Wild Justice.” Margolin, who specializes in the serial-murderer-gone-amok genre, is a splendid writer. Several of his prior books have been New York Times best sellers since his 1994 best known novel, “Gone, But Not Forgotten.”
Cardoni, a spectacularly unappealing man dubbed “Dr. Death” by the tabloids, is arrested, but he protests his innocence and fingers his estranged wife, Dr. Justine Castle, as framing him. Cardoni hires top-gun criminal defense lawyer Frank Jaffe and his daughter, Amanda, who has just graduated from law school. In a showstopping hearing, Jaffe exposes Vasquez’s perfidity and wins Cardoni his freedom, much to Jaffe’s, and his daughter’s, discomfort. Cardoni swiftly disappears, leaving behind a handful of evidence indicating that he is apparently dead.
But four years later another series of disturbingly sadistic and grisly murders are discovered in a remote farm house, complete with torture notes and body parts. (Really, it’s hard to find this many severed heads and body parts for just $26.) Justine Castle is arrested at the scene and the evidence tips rather dramatically against her. She insists on her innocence and claims she’s being framed by her ex-husband. But she has a more complicated history than we’ve been let on and her defense – led by Amanda Jaffe, now a seasoned lawyer in her own right – is no cake walk. Amanda struggles to reconcile who she thinks is really guilty with her duty to defend her client.
“Wild Justice” has the gritty feel of reality, with careful and accurate descriptions of Portland-area locations, and character development that lets you feel for Amanda’s struggle to emerge from her father’s shadow, as well as her internal conflict over her duty to defend even a client who she believes is guilty. Make no mistake: this is no Grisham cutout. Margolin’s compelling writing, thoughtful plot and colorful narrative all put the best seller of the courtroom genre to shame.
Margolin is a former criminal defense attorney from Portland, and his experience shows. Virtually all of the courtroom maneuvers are accurate, which is no small trick to accomplish while at the same time maintaining an accelerating narrative velocity. But the attorney-client privilege sure takes a beating here: Amanda blabs her clients’ confidences left and right (which a lawyer is forbidden from doing). Perhaps we are to discern the errors of a new lawyer, or maybe it’s just literary license. Either way, it’s not much comfort to her clients, though, who are facing the death penalty or worse.
The book’s title is taken from a quote from Francis Bacon, quoted at the outset: “Revenge is a kind of wild justice.” And there’s certainly plenty to spread around. Justine Castle wants revenge for her brutal mistreatment by her husband during their marriage; Vincent Cardoni wants revenge against his wife for setting him up; the drug dealer Martin Breach wants revenge for a body-part sale gone awry for which he blames Cardoni; Vasquez wants revenge for a ruined career. Amid the flying accusations and counteraccusations, its hard to find a character who does not cross your mind as a suspect before you finally snap your fingers and figure it all out. -

Casting light on a dark subject
‘Unspeakable Acts; Ordinary People: The Dynamics of Torture’
by John Conroy
Knopf, $26
‘The Good Listener: Helen Bamber, A Life Against Cruelty’
by Neil Belton
Pantheon, $27
Torture is something that happens in other countries, at other times, to other – different – people. Or so most of us want to believe. Unfortunately, it isn’t so.
In “Unspeakable Acts; Ordinary People: The Dynamics of Torture,” John Conroy, a Chicago journalist and author of “Belfast Diary: War as a Way of Life,” explores torture in settings close to home for many Americans: the torture of suspected IRA activists in Northern Ireland by the British, the beatings of Arabs in Israel and the use of electric shock on prisoners by Chicago police. He selected these examples, not because they were the most egregious incidents of torture, but rather because they are not: State-sponsored torture is a depressingly common experience.
Conroy first details the detention of 14 Northern Irish men by the British government in 1971. All of the men were subjected to the same treatment: Their captors placed hoods over their heads, blasted noise at them and forced them to stand leaning against a wall for days at a time. Severe beatings followed any movement. Most were denied access to toilets or food. When the men were eventually released, and the episode revealed, the government denied any “torture” and publicly labeled the victims as “thugs and murderers.”
Conroy next describes the calculated beatings of Arabs in an Israeli village during the Intifada uprising. The Israeli army seized the men from their homes at night, drove them to isolated locations, and systematically beat them and broke their legs. Even the Israeli soldiers left the scene shaken, with several crying. Although the operation was eventually exposed and the responsible officer court martialed, the punishment was relatively light.
Conroy finally focuses on the torture of arrestees by Chicago police through the use of an electrical generator. Although the police denied the practice for years, one of the victims sued and won, revealing the electrical torture and subsequent cover-up.
All of these are offered not as examples of extreme violence, but to show how routine and commonplace – even in our modern world – torture is. Conroy brings us along as he sits down with many of the torturers for coffee, and quietly talks about what they did and why they did it.
Not surprisingly, they see nothing wrong with the behavior, and offer up a variety of excuses for why the torture was necessary to protect the public. It is a time-honored response. Torture, from St. Augustine (who defended the practice), to Aristotle, to the Spanish Inquisition, is often defended on strikingly similar grounds: because the victim is evil and not really “human”; because the victim himself is a criminal and has or will cause even greater pain to innocent people; because others engage in even worse forms of torture; or simply because it is perceived as an effective shortcut to obtaining crucial information.
Conroy surveys societies that condone torture, and notes that the process often begins with the marginalization of a disfavored minority (the Left, the Right, the Arab, the Jew) that is ridiculed, humiliated and ultimately dehumanized to the point that it “finds itself beyond the compassion of the public at large.”
Conroy’s approach, though, emphasizes the banality of torture at the cost of minimizing its frequency and historic and geographic reach. Although he devotes a portion of the book to the history of torture, it is a sidelong glance at best, and does not even attempt to survey the virtual catalog of state-sponsored torture present in history, much less in the modern world.
By contrast, Neil Belton’s recent biography of Helen Bamber, “The Good Listener,” takes the opposite tack by focusing on the victim, not the torturer. Bamber, a 74-year-old activist, has devoted her life to working with torture victims.
Bamber volunteered as a young woman to work with a Jewish Relief Unit in occupied Germany just after World War II. She arrived at the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp soon after the British forces liberated it, and was stunned by the thousands of decomposing bodies, human waste and barely alive survivors scattered like refuse around the camp.
Belton’s fluid and descriptive writing captures this horrific scene and the chaotic years that followed. At least some of the children rescued from the camps were brought to England where Bamber worked with them, attempting to bring them back from the unspeakable horror they had survived.
Bamber thus launched a career of working with torture victims, and fighting torture, around the world. Quiet listening and talking of her own experiences are the tools Bamber employs to salve the wounds of these broken men and women.
As Belton writes, “Fifty years after governments representing most of humanity declared that they rejected `cruel, inhuman or degrading punishment,’ an elderly, formally unqualified woman and her colleagues, working from a row of terraced houses under a railway bridge in North London, hold up a flimsy, necessary barrier against torture.”
Belton’s book is better written than Conroy’s: The writing is more fluid and descriptive, the narrative is fascinating and the attention to detail is captivating. If there is a fault in Belton’s writing, it is the odd and muddled opening chapter of the book, which describes the cold reception British veterans of the surrender of Singapore received on returning home. A far more briskly paced and engaging core lies beyond this opening stumbling block.
Both of these books shed a light on a terrible and unfortunately common aspect of human frailty. Maybe someday we can accurately describe torture as something awful that happened at other times, in other places. But until that day, these narratives shed a necessary, if not welcome, light on this perverse corner of human behavior. -

In harm’s way
Montana’s Glacier Park contains within it some of the most awe-inspiring mountains in America. But one of the park’s most prominent peaks also was the scene of a terrible disaster in the late 1960s, relatively unknown outside of Montana until this month’s publication of McKay Jenkins’ new book.
‘The White Death: Tragedy and Heroism in an Avalanche Zone’
by McKay Jenkins
Random House, $23.95
Just after Christmas 1969, five young men, ages 18 to 22, set out to climb the sheer ice wall of the north face of Mount Cleveland in the park. The ascent of the north face, one of the highest vertical walls in America, would have been a first, under the worst possible conditions in the dead of winter.
Days later, their failure to return set off an enormous and perilous search, involving both U.S. and Canadian authorities. Their tracks were eventually found at the edge of a massive avalanche. The search-and-rescue effort was abandoned when deteriorating weather made it all but impossible to continue, and the chances of the young men surviving became minimal.
Their bodies were eventually recovered during the spring thaw, buried deep within the cold grip of the avalanche, some upside down and hanging suspended in an ice cave formed by the spring runoff, more than 30 feet from the surface of the snow.
In his captivating new book, Jenkins unfolds the tragedy as a framework for a history of avalanches. The first detailed published account of the tragedy, the book has sparked an outpouring of interest nationally, including a cover story in Outside magazine and an upcoming excerpt in Reader’s Digest.
In the style of Norman MacLean’s best-selling exploration of a notorious Montana forest fire in “Young Men and Fire,” Jenkins combines the best of a study of the history and causes for avalanche disasters with a gripping story of young men pitting their strength and mountaineering skills against a formidable foe under unforgiving conditions.
Jenkins, a professor at the University of Delaware and a prolific writer for numerous publications, explained in a recent interview how, during a ski vacation in Glacier Park, he attended a slide show by park Ranger Bob Frauson. Frauson had cautioned the young men on the danger of their proposed trip, and helped to lead the search-and-rescue efforts.
Frauson’s story of the tragedy – almost completely unreported in the national press at the time – captured Jenkins’ imagination.
“Frauson essentially wrote the book in that presentation,” Jenkins explained. In the following two years, Jenkins pored through the general literature on avalanches and interviewed family, rescue officials and others about the Montana tragedy. Slipping in the science of avalanches “sideways” around the narrative results in a remarkably interesting study of the history, causes and sometimes disastrous Sudden, horrifically swift and massive, avalanches are difficult to predict, much less to survive. Avalanches are usually caused by instability between different layers of snow, and particularly dangerous slab avalanches are often launched when “depth hoar” – small glittering sugar granules of snow – forms between layers of snow.
When the unsuspecting climber or skier steps onto such a field of snow, the top level of snow can suddenly collapse with a “whoompf,” and trigger a fracture across the snowfield that moves in excess of 300 mph. This is followed by a sudden massive release of the top snow layers. Fueled by its sheer weight and greased by the underlying depth hoar, the avalanche roars down the mountain, with more than 2,800 times the power generated by an Amtrak locomotive, exploding everything before it and easily overtaking anyone in its path.
Although Jenkins avoids any suggestion that the Montana climbers should not have attempted the ascent, he notes the alarming increase in avalanche death: From 1950 to 1975, roughly half a dozen people died in avalanches in the United States each year. But in the past five years, it has leaped to an average of 28 per year and last year reached 32 fatalities – the worst in 75 years. European avalanches last year were even deadlier: 160 people died in the record snowfalls.
Avalanches, like hurricane-force winds, earthquakes or other natural forces, occur every day, and are not generally dangerous in and of themselves. “Only when human life is present – when the avalanche serves as the backdrop to human drama – are these natural forces `dangerous,’ ” Jenkins says.
Avalanche death has increased in recent years, not because avalanches are getting worse, but because humans are putting themselves at risk more often. Jenkins attributes this, in large part, to the elimination of most risk from the average American’s life.
The “alpha male” lawyer from Chicago carries an attitude into the mountains, where his status means nothing and his attitude is a downright liability. Bolstered with the latest expensive gear, many try to squeeze maximum risk into minimum time, untempered by experience, humility or real knowledge of hidden risks. The result, Jenkins believes, is often disastrous.
In this case, these young men were among the best-trained and most-experienced climbers of their generation. But, even armed with that skill and experience, because of the unique geologic structure of the mountain upon which they found themselves, they could not see the amount of snow above them, lying in wait for an errant footstep to release its awful power.
Humility is the lesson of the disaster, Jenkins says – that, and the knowledge that even the best-trained and best-prepared cannot anticipate the natural forces that sometimes lurk beyond our power to recognize or control.
Although more deadly avalanches have occurred, the Mount Cleveland disaster remains one of the nation’s worst, and a warning that mountains are dangerous places. Even strong young men with mountaineering expertise are no match against the danger that often lies beneath that soft white blanket of snow. “White Death” is an eloquent and spectacular tribute to five young men who died 31 years ago. -

Back In The Courtroom, Turow Shines
‘Personal Injuries’
by Scott Turow
Farrar, Straus and Giroux, $27
Scott Turow burst upon the courtroom-thriller scene in 1987 with his best-selling debut, “Presumed Innocent.” His subsequent novels each reached for the same fluid writing, thought-provoking story lines and stunning twists of his opening gambit, but each fell short in its own way.
In his dazzling new book, “Personal Injuries,” Turow returns to top form and demonstrates what makes him arguably the best courtroom novelist of our time.
“Personal Injuries” revolves around its central character, Robbie Feaver, the top personal-injury lawyer in Kindle County. Feaver, a flamboyant playboy, lavishly shows off his success with carefully tailored Italian suits, expensive sports cars and a richly appointed law office. His partner, Morton Dinnerstein, is brilliant at research and writing, but terrified of the courtroom. The two make a fearsome and winning combination, with Dinnerstein handling the law and Feaver generating the courtroom sizzle.
Feaver’s wife, Rainey, suffers from Lou Gehrig’s disease, a severe degenerative condition that has rendered her largely helpless and dependent on Feaver. Feaver, in turn, is dependent on the generous income from his successful practice to provide his wife with necessary and expensive technology. Caught in this bind, Feaver needs to win his cases to ensure a steady flow of cash, not only to shore up his ego but to care for his dying wife.
When the FBI discovers Feaver’s secret bank account from which he makes payments to certain Kindle County judges in return for favorable rulings, Feaver is caught in an inescapable trap. To cooperate means treason to the bench and bar of Kindle County – with possibly life-threatening consequences. But to refuse is worse: betrayal of his promise to look after Rainey as she slides into total dependency.
Trapped, Feaver becomes the pawn of Stan Sennett, the powerfully ambitious U.S. attorney who is bent on clearing the bench of Kindle County of corrupt judges and complicit lawyers. Feaver is wired and sent to work cases involving fictional plaintiffs, paying off corrupt judges and courtroom staff for favorable results, generating explosive evidence in the process that is captured on video and audiotape for the investigating federal grand jury.
To guard against betrayal, Feaver is shadowed by an undercover FBI agent who goes by the alias of Evon Miller. She poses as his new paralegal and his supposed latest in a long line of sexual conquests. Miller is conflicted in her undercover role – uncertain of her own identity to begin with, she blends in easily in the office but develops a begrudging respect for Feaver as they grapple with the inevitable ups and downs as the investigation proceeds.
The primary target of the effort is not the lower-level courtroom staff involved in the corrupt activity, but the judges themselves. In the course of the undercover operation, Feavor tapes his dealings with Sherm Crowthers, a tall, domineering African-American judge intent on getting his share of the graft that’s long been the entitlement of his white brethren; Barnett Skolnick, a dim-witted, bulbous judge awarded the job largely on account of his mob-connected brother (“Knuckles” Skolnick); and Silvio Malatesta, a bookish scholar corrupted by the system and preferring to imagine that it does not involve him. But the prosecution’s main target is the corrupt and enormously powerful presiding judge, Brendan Tuohey. But Tuohey is at least as cagey as his pursuer, and his capture is no easy task.
One might be tempted to dismiss this tale of widespread judicial corruption as implausible, but the book is in fact based on Turow’s own experience as a federal prosecutor in the famous “Operation Greylord” sting operation that resulted in the conviction of 15 Chicago judges, 49 lawyers and dozens of court personnel in the 1980s. Perhaps because of this real-life background, “Personal Injuries” features a rich texture, carefully drawn characters and a backstage pass to a fascinating sting operation in progress. But, never fear, this is no excuse for long-winded war stories. Rather, the book all but explodes down its plot line, hurling the reader along with it, until sometime – late in the night – the reader arrives at its denouement and is left staring at the ceiling, pondering the implications.
Turow’s book aptly demonstrates that life doesn’t always turn out the way one plans – whether in real life, or in undercover operations. As the final page turns, it is safe to say that no one involved in the effort gets entirely what he or she wanted, expected or deserved. No one, that is, except the reader. -

Political Criticisms; No Solutions — Political Woes; No Solutions
‘The Corruption of American Politics: What Went Wrong and Why’
by Elizabeth Drew Birch Lane Press/Carol, $21.95
It is not difficult to find those who complain that American political discourse has become more partisan, more harsh and less statesmanlike. In “The Corruption of American Politics,” Elizabeth Drew joins the chorus, arguing that campaign-finance abuses and the corruption of public political discussion have conspired to poison the American public’s view of its government.
Drew argues that over the past 25 years, U.S. politics have degenerated into nasty partisan bickering and unfair debates, curtailed or limited by anti-democratic rules imposed by congressional leaders. She believes that Americans had “fresh confidence” in their government in 1974 following the resignation of President Nixon after the Watergate scandal, all of which has dissipated in the intervening years.
Although she focuses her fire on increasing partisanship, she reserves her most withering critique for campaign-finance abuses and the collapse of the system for regulating campaign contributions.
In 1972, Congress enacted these reforms, strictly limiting the amounts that could be contributed to federal candidates or political parties. The U.S. Supreme Court overturned portions of the new law, allowing restrictions on contributions to candidates, but holding it unconstitutional to limit citizens’ contributions to political parties for purposes other than direct candidate support. Individuals and political parties, in turn, were limited in their spending on individual candidates, but retained free-speech rights to unlimited spending on issues.
This loophole quickly swallowed the rule, and in present-day political life both major political parties take in vast sums of unregulated “soft money” to be used on “issue ads” calculated to help or hinder specific candidates without expressly saying so. While federal law still strictly regulates direct contributions to candidates and direct expenditures on their behalf, these restrictions, Drew argues, are toothless and easily evaded. And she is probably right.
Drew, who regularly contributes to The New Yorker, usually dispenses carefully reasoned analysis of the political scene in Washington, but here her writing is careless and her analysis either cliched, mushy-headed, or both.
The first portion of her treatise contends that political discourse is not what is used to be and is burdened with more partisan bickering than it was 25 years ago. It’s an interesting point and one fairly subject to debate, but Drew so relentlessly lays the blame on the Republican Party that it becomes difficult to take seriously her thesis that “partisanship” is a bad thing. Partisanship, in any event, has been a central theme in American politics, which, after all, has long featured harsh debate, canings on the House floor, dueling pistols (Burr/Hamilton), assassinations (McKinley, Lincoln, Kennedy) and even revolution (tax, sexual and otherwise). Harsh words seem unlikely to pose any serious threat to the Republic’s foundation.
Drew’s complaints about campaign-finance abuses are equally misplaced. She is right in complaining that loopholes in federal campaign laws are routinely exploited by the major parties. But the cure for this is difficult to imagine and likely worse than the disease.
Drew herself devotes only a few short pages to endorsing campaign-finance reform, but without any serious effort to consider the constitutional implications. One is left wondering whether or how one might limit debate over “issues” by individuals or political parties without posing serious threats to speech rights thought fundamental not only by the Supreme Court, but a majority of Americans. It’s a difficult issue, but you’re won’t find any help in resolving it here.
Federal financing of campaigns, free airtime for political campaigns, or other solutions that might actually relieve candidates of the relentless demands of fund raising for ever-increasing campaign costs are barely mentioned and quickly rejected.
Drew’s book draws a compelling portrait of problems facing our democracy at the turn of the century. It is, unfortunately, empty of any real solutions. -

Retelling Story Of Heroic Battle
‘Breakout: The Chosin Reservoir Campaign, Korea 1950’
by Martin Russ Fromm International, $27.50$
In November 1950, the war in Korea seemed close to an end: U.S. troops were approaching the Yalu River that separated Korea from China, about to close in on the remnants of the tattered Korean army, secure victory, and were expected to be home for Christmas. Unfortunately, that’s not what happened.
Instead, thousands of Chinese Communists silently poured across the border, trapping 12,000 U.S. Marines in the rough, bitterly cold mountains. The story of how these Marines battled their way out of that trap remains today one of the most heroic stories of the century.
In “Breakout,” former Marine and Korean War veteran Martin Russ tells the story of the Chosin Reservoir campaign at ground level. He relies on first-hand accounts from the Marines themselves of the horrific conditions and brutal combat, weaving their voices with official accounts of the battle. It is a compelling story, and hearing it from the voices of the then-young Marines themselves brings it vividly to life.
In November 1950, U.S. troops were advancing both in the east and west of North Korea, closing in a giant pincer movement that would trap the remaining North Korean troops. Commanding generals, confident that the Chinese would not intervene, dismissed concerns by the Marines that they were unprotected and stretched too thinly in the rugged mountains. Indeed, even the initial reports of Chinese troops in North Korea were dismissed as imaginative or nothing more than a handful of volunteers. In fact, as U.S. forces learned to their dismay, the forces were quite real, enormous in number and devastatingly prepared to take maximum advantage of the difficult terrain.
Encircled by more than 60,000 Chinese troops, trapped in mountains with only one narrow road for access – which was quickly cut off by enemy troops – and battling sub-zero weather, the grossly outnumbered U.S. forces were given little hope of survival. Even the newspapers at home described their plight as hopeless. But the story of the raw bravery, skill and firepower focused by the Marines as they blasted their way out of those deadly circumstances is nothing less than astonishing. Reluctant to ever admit a retreat, the Marines famously dubbed their exit an “attack in a different direction.”
Carrying most of their wounded, and many of their dead, the Marines successfully extracted themselves and nearly 1,000 vehicles while inflicting massive numbers of casualties on the surrounding enemy troops. Gung-ho to the end, one young Marine commented that “they’re in trouble, not us.” He was right.
As strong as this story is, it is not quite strong enough to mask the flaws in this account of the battle. Although vivid, Russ’ ground-level approach to the narrative does not often pause to explain the context of particular engagements or provide detailed maps or photographs that might illustrate the topography or location of the combat. Almost 50 years after the fact, such an account could have, but does not in “Breakout,” put the battle in a larger historical context.
Still, the unmistakable feel of this hard reality seeps from the pages of this book: that these young Marines saved themselves from circumstances that would have crushed almost any others. The Chosin Reservoir campaign, and those who fought it, deserves its places as one of our country’s most heroic battles.