Gangsters And Indians
John Grisham is one of the few
writers whose bestselling legal thrillers also expose social ills in his
country—that he has been able to nail so many over 30 books, should be a cause
of concern to American society.
There are two interesting things that
leap out of the pages of his latest, The
Whistler; one that the US has an organisation like the Board on Judicial Conduct,
which keeps an eye on corrupt (or misbehaving) judges; two that he has been
creating more female protagonists, and in this book, a female antagonist too.
The Whistler (short for whistle blower), starts with a calm scene, in
which two BJC officers—Lacy Stoltz and Hugo Hatch—are on the way to meet a
complainant. Their conversation is about their choice of music, her blissful
singledom and his sleepless nights with four kids and an exhausted wife. After
this the action blows up and keeps going till the end. The two have been approached by a mysterious
caller, who wants them to investigate “the most corrupt judge in the history of
American jurisprudence.” His motives are not entirely altruistic—he and his
invisible informers hope to make a financial killing from the share of the loot
confiscated from the judge.
The
seat of the corruption is a Native American-operated casino in the Florida
Panhandle, and a crooked gangster-cum-real estate shark, who skims off profits
from the casino and the development that takes place around it. On his payroll
is Judge Claudia McDover, who sees to it that
all judgments in her court favour Dubose and his ‘Coast Mafia.’
Dubose eliminated anybody who opposed
the casino, and made sure the Tappacola tribe that owns the land made enough
money to stay silent about his other legal violations. The Native American cops
are corrupt, the FBI too busy with chasing terrorists, don’t care much about a money making and
laundering in a casino—even though the amount runs into billions.
The
BJC is made up of lawyers, not armed cops, and soon the Dubose gang strikes
viciously. The attack makes Lacy all the more determined to root out this large
scale corruption and get the FBI to nab the gangsters as well as the judge.
Lacy’s source is the somewhat sleazy, ex-lawyer Greg Myers, but his “mole” is
not revealed till the end.
Even
though the book is not a whodunit, but more about how the judge and her cohorts
are brought down-- which is the inevitable conclusion—The Whistler is a gripping thriller. Maybe not in the league of his
own Gray Mountain (2014), but close enough. Even though the book lays bare judicial
corruption, Grisham does seem to have enough faith in the system to believe
that the guilty, no matter how wealthy or powerful, will eventually be
punished, and swiftly at that. Wish we could say the same about our country.
The Whistler
By John Grisham
Publisher: Hachette
Pages: 374