The Lincoln Lawyer
by Michael Connelly
There's never a bad time to catch up with Michael Connelly's novels, whether they star his go-against-the grain detective, Harry Bosch, or the slightly smoother, but still down-at-heel attorney Mickey Haller. If a bad time existed, however, then surely it's now because Matthew McConaughey is playing Haller in a film version of The Lincoln Lawyer. I know this isn't the dominion of a book review, but what is the point of McConaughey? Except for a splendidly gawky performance in Dazed and Confused, the only answer I can dredge up is none whatsoever. Anyway, back to Haller, who is called 'The Lincoln Lawyer' because he works from the back of his Lincoln car. Haller is thrown what seems a paltry bone when a Bel Air playboy and property dealer, Louis Ross Roulet, is arrested on charges of violently attacking a woman in a bar. She cries attempted rape; Roulet's lawyers argue she is gold-digging. Haller expects the case to yield 'riches and dangers' but the deeper he digs, the more Roulet's initial charm begins to tarnish. But if Roulet is the baddie, can Haller prove his guilt without compromising his ethics? Ignore McConaughey. Choose Connelly.