A little humor on a Friday.
The longer I practice law, the more I enjoy John Grisham’s novels based on Mississippi lawyers. His cracks on lawyers and law practice are both hilarious and true.
Here’s a line from Grisham’s latest, Sycamore Row:
“Ian Dafoe was a preppy from a family of bankers down in Jackson, the capital, the largest city, home to at least half the assholes in Mississippi.”
By “assholes, ” I’m not sure if he means half the lawyers or, literally, half the assholes. I think it’s the former. But for a Coast-rat attorney living in Jackson, it’s an awesome line either way.
Then, in the very next paragraph:
The payments [on the leased Mercedes] caused a bind on their finances, but that didn’t matter. It was far more important for Mr. and Mrs. Dafoe to be seen around north Jackson in a proper vehicle.
Just outstanding. Grisham works cracks like this into all his novels. Each one leaves me grinning for pages.