Master Produces Literature A[euro][approximately]on Meth'
IF only life moved along at the same clip as a John Grisham novel. Beginner writers should study him the way budding composers study Brahms or Pachelbel. He is a master at pacing, even if that doesn't always make up for some of his shortcomings.
His latest, The Confession (Random House, rrp $A49.95), is again legal literature on meth.
Travis Boyette is an evil, deathly-ill parolee in Kansas with a secret he has to share with someone.
The serial rapist picks everyman minister Keith Schroeder for his out-of-the-blue confession to the murder of a high school cheerleader in Texas a decade earlier.
The clock is ticking - it usually is in a Grisham thriller - and in this case that ticking is the impending execution of someone else for the crime, former grid iron linebacker Donte Drumm, who confessed to the rape-murder under duress.
Boyette, whose brain tumour is his own personal ticking clock, wants to clear his conscience and spare an innocent man the lethal injection that the state of Texas is about to administer. …