I'm re-reading Presumed Innocent
mostly because none of the newer books in the used book shop appealed to me.
The last time I read it was about 15 years ago.
Man, I'd forgotten how good it is - and how it makes Grishm look like a hack.
In fact, I think I'm liking it better on second reading - because I remember who did the murder and I'm loving the air tight clues he gives you from almost page one.
It's sorta funny that I like this book. Since, as my shrink and I were discussing today, I usually prefer novels that lack solid conclusions.
Hence why I love American Tabloid (which ends roughly three minutes before an obvious logical conclusion), American Psycho (with an anti-ending stolen from Sartre), Harlot's Ghost (which, by design, tells you everything expect the one thing you want to know) and The Rules of Attraction (which lacks both a start and a finish.)
The only thing that these books and Presumed Innocent have in common are incredibly unreliable narrators (though that's up for debate in Psycho and Rules.)
Yet, Presumed Innocent has a rock solid ending that makes sense and bites you in the fucking ass.
And I still love it.
Exceptions prove the rule.