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A review by left_coast_justin
Testimony by Scott Turow
2.0
I try to disguise spoilers as much as I can here, but I may be giving away some plot points, so read at your own risk:
Although there was a potentially interesting story here, waaaay too many pages were devoted to ridiculous subplots, to wit:
1) Here's a 55-year-old divorcee who hasn't had a date in five years, suggesting he's not exactly the stuff of ladies' dreams, but during the course of the book winds up having a torrid affair with a married woman much younger than him. But that wasn't enough, apparently, because within days of that highly-unlikely pairing coming to an end, he's back at it with yet another married woman.
And if you were wondering, she too is much younger than him.
2) A shocking (!) revelation about his ancestry that has no point, is unrelated to anything else in the book, crops up at random and then disappears completely, having made not one iota of difference to anything else going on.
Even the main plot is filled with ridiculous elements, suggesting that prosecutors are battle-hardened men of action rather than cogs in a bureaucratic machine. Everybody's whizzing back and forth from Belgium to Bosnia to Brooklyn so fast that it's difficult to keep track of, let alone figure out who's paying for all these flights.
Although there was a potentially interesting story here, waaaay too many pages were devoted to ridiculous subplots, to wit:
1) Here's a 55-year-old divorcee who hasn't had a date in five years, suggesting he's not exactly the stuff of ladies' dreams, but during the course of the book winds up having a torrid affair with a married woman much younger than him. But that wasn't enough, apparently, because within days of that highly-unlikely pairing coming to an end, he's back at it with yet another married woman.
And if you were wondering, she too is much younger than him.
2) A shocking (!) revelation about his ancestry that has no point, is unrelated to anything else in the book, crops up at random and then disappears completely, having made not one iota of difference to anything else going on.
Even the main plot is filled with ridiculous elements, suggesting that prosecutors are battle-hardened men of action rather than cogs in a bureaucratic machine. Everybody's whizzing back and forth from Belgium to Bosnia to Brooklyn so fast that it's difficult to keep track of, let alone figure out who's paying for all these flights.