The Associate

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There is a saying in my local dialect that “ashes from a long-dead fire can still burn you.” That precisely is the case of Kyle McAvoy. The future he had carefully projected and painted on the canvas of his mind is about to go off in confusion.

The story started with the job any 25-year-old law student will probably never be caught doing, coaching schoolboys. This ushers readers into the reason he pursued law at all; opening us up to the beginning of his imminent chaos.

Kyle McCoy is, without doubt, the lead role in this novel. While it is not all about him, he is the central character. Everything finds a way back to him. A case that passed for young adult exuberance has come to haunt him and “his pals” down like a knife hunts down the good in the woods.

Of course, something smells fishy, and amid everything, he must finish his law school, ace the bar exam, work at one of those places he grew up detesting so much. As if the trouble of digging up dead issues was not enough, he has to go against everything he believes in to at least make heads away. There is no one he can turn to because eyes are watching, shadows are lurking, and the future is now bleaker. No matter, he has a job to do; keeps billing and gets less sleep. 

It is amid this tedium that he finds a “way” around it all. His supposed handler thinks he has it all figured out when Kyle makes his first step at rebellion. If he must go down this road, he must do all he can to sidetrack the “enemy.” When he begins to think like the enemy and starts to lay in wait, he manages to devise a plan. As the project begins to unfold, a murder happens. That is when Kyle realizes that these guys are not here to play.

He gets a Lawyer and finally confides his father, one of the most brilliant lawyers he’s ever known in his life. Things take an unsuspecting twist, and no one sees it coming. This novel is one of the most unpredictable books anyone will ever read. It is a peek into what happens in law firms. Again, it reveals what happens behind the scenes in terms of politics, law agencies, and Law enforcers. It has zero explicitness and is an excellent read for everyone who enjoys a bit of action, spy tricks, and other stuff. I rate the book a 4.5 out five because you know, I can’t give it all up. All told, John Grisham is a true master of the craft, and he weaves the story together in a way that keeps you going.   


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