The law ﬁrm of Finley & Figg referred to itself as a “boutique ﬁrm.” This misnomer was inserted as often as possible into routine conversations, and it even appeared in print in some of the various schemes hatched by the partners to solicit business. When used properly, it implied that Finley & Figg was something above your average two-bit operation. Boutique, as in small, gifted, and expert in one specialized area. Boutique, as in pretty cool and chic, right down to the French-ness of the word itself. Boutique, as in thoroughly happy to be small, selective, and prosperous.
Except for its size, it was none of these things. Finley & Figg’s scam was hustling injury cases, a daily grind that required little skill or creativity and would never be considered cool or sexy. Proﬁts were as elusive as status. The ﬁrm was small because it couldn’t afford to grow. It was selective only because no one wanted to work there, including the two men who owned it. Even its location suggested a monotonous life out in the bush leagues. With a Vietnamese massage parlor to its left and a lawn mower repair shop to its right, it was clear at a casual glance that Finley & Figg was not prospering. There was another boutique ﬁrm directly across the street—hated rivals—and more lawyers around the corner. In fact, the neighborhood was teeming with lawyers, some working alone, others in small ﬁrms, others still in versions of their own little boutiques.
F&F’s address was on Preston Avenue, a busy street ﬁlled with old bungalows now converted and used for all manner of commercial activity. There was retail (liquor, cleaners, massages) and professional (legal, dental, lawn mower repair) and culinary (enchiladas, baklava, and pizza to go). Oscar Finley had won the building in a lawsuit twenty years earlier. What the address lacked in prestige it sort of made up for in location. Two doors away was the intersection of Preston, Beech, and Thirty- eighth, a chaotic convergence of asphalt and trafﬁc that guaranteed at least one good car wreck a week, and often more. F&F’s annual overhead was covered by collisions that happened less than one hundred yards away. Other law ﬁrms, boutique and otherwise, were often prowling the area in hopes of ﬁnding an available, cheap bungalow from which their hungry lawyers could hear the actual squeal of tires and crunching of metal.
With only two attorneys/partners, it was of course mandatory that one be declared the senior and the other the junior. The senior partner was Oscar Finley, age sixty-two, a thirty-year survivor of the bare- knuckle brand of law found on the tough streets of southwest Chicago.
Excerpted from The Litigators by John Grisham. Copyright © 2011 by John Grisham. Excerpted by permission of Doubleday, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Oscar Finley and Wally Figg like to say they’re “a boutique law firm.” What they are is a two-bit operation always in search of their big break.
But change comes to Finley & Figg when David Zinc, a burned-out young attorney, walks away from the fast track, goes on a bender and finds himself literally at their doorstep.
Suddenly F&F is ready to tackle a case that could make the partners rich. An extremely popular cholesterol drug, Krayoxx, produced by Varrick Labs, a giant pharmaceutical company, has come under fire after several patients have suffered heart attacks.
A little online research confirms Wally’s suspicions—a huge plaintiffs’ firm in Florida is putting together a class action suit against Varrick. All Finley & Figg has to do is find a handful of people who have had heart attacks while taking Krayoxx, convince them to become clients, join the class action, and ride along to fame and fortune. With any luck, they won’t even have to enter a courtroom!
It almost seems too good to be true.
And it is.
The Litigators is a hugely entertaining romp, filled with the kind of courtroom strategies, theatrics and suspense that have made John Grisham America’s favorite storyteller.
Hardcover Book : 400 pages
Publisher: Doubleday Broadway Pub. ( October 25, 2011 )
Item #: 13-430707
Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.25 x 0.9inches
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It was a good read. Like all of his books.
Like some others, I hesitated to buy this one, having been disappointed in his recent books...but this one is like his early ones...catch you up from start to finish...hard to put down, and sorry when it ended. Loved it! Look forward to his next! Hope he stays true to his older books.
Reviewer: Beverly S
Always enjoy Grisham and I did enjoy this book.
Reviewer: Sandra M
This was the first Grisham book in quite a while that successfully read like a John Grisham novel. I just loved it! I must also add.. it's about time! I had just about given up on this author, when the premise for this story had me intrigued. So, I took one last chance & it paid off. This was a wonderful, light drama with a lot of humor. David Zinc is an everyman that many can identify with, he has a job paying big bucks that he just despises. One day, he realizes he just can't do it anymore & cracks up, at work. This story paces so well in bringing you along for David's next big adventure! Albeit, his initial decisions were very miscalculated & funny! The story works in not being at all predictable. There were real life dissapointments as well as great triumphs. David's new law firm contains a cast of comical misfits (poor Wally!) & he's blessed with a (very) supportive wife. This was a truly enjoyable, humorous & at times, quite thoughful novel. Welcome back, Mr. Grisham.. keep it up?!
I enjoyed the entire book.