By Shane Gericke
I'm doing book edits this week, so I'll keep this brief. (Note: cool courtroom reference.) The only lawyer that can defend me for my crimes is:
That's right. Mr. Perry Mason. The suavest, coolest, lawyer a courtroom has ever seen.
Perry was a god when I was growing up. Was it the catchy theme song? Raymond Burr's iron hair and silky eloquence? His hot assistant Della Street? Was it because he could get anyone to confess in open court at any time? All of the above?
Truth be told, it probably was the theme song.
But it just worked for me.
GRIPPING COURTROOM DRAMA
Ain't no such thing, despite the sunny promises of John Grisham. Court is BORING. It moves at a snail's pace, and is made slower yet by objections, sidebars, conferences, judge's rulings, and the sheer, sheer tedium of testimony.
Nonetheless, I attended court Tuesday, to see the likes of serial killer Brian Dugan, who murdered two girls and a woman. One of them was Jeanine Nicarico of Naperville, ten years old, whom he kidnapped, raped and murdered. (He confessed, so yes, he's guilty.) The jury trial is to decide whether he gets the death penalty.
I sat with Jeanine's parents, Tom and PatNicarico. How they are able to stomach the nauseaous gasbagging of this killer, I have no idea. But they do. It's what you do for family.
Alas, I'll have to give you my full report next week, as I must get back to edits. (For the uninitiated, that means I'm rewriting the book to match my editor's suggestions. It's a lot of work, and it takes a lot of time.) The good news is we have a title. It's TORN APART, and it's my editor's idea. I like it a lot. TORN APART launches in July 2010, and I'd be pleased if you'd buy a copy. Like I tell my mom, you don't have to like it, you just have to buy it.
Be well, and thanks for reading.