Here's an excerpt from the review talking about Turow's novels:
It's been easy to classify — as we have a great tendency to do —these novels as legal thrillers, part of the avalanche that arrived in the time of John Grisham because the tales were spun in and around the law.It is clear now that's a mistake and always has been. What Turow wrestles with is of a deeper and more complex nature. The correct category for Turow is rather that of a major American novelist rising from the tradition of the Midwest,such as Theodore Dreiser, Sinclair Lewis and James T. Farrell.
Read the whole review here while it's still available on the open Web.
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Hey spoonreader -
I really enjoyed thinking about Scoot Turow's response to this review. You can just imagine the scene in the Scott Turow biopic: talented writer toils for years in the stinking inkcloud of John Grisham's reputation, then awakes one piping birdsongy morning to open his copy of the national newspaper. Suddenly, he finds that he is no longer a despised hack, but a major American novelist in the tradition of Dreiser and Lewis. He walks down the front steps of his quaint old shotgun house in a daze, wandering absent-mindedly past the village church, and the joyful, amateurish singing of the congregation floats softly out the church window as the credits roll.
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