جديد جريشام

 

جون جريشام ..الساحر الامريكي ، وصاحب عالم المحاكم الفريد ، وكاتبي المفضل بالانجليزية..ورواية جديدة في اخر يناير العام الحالي بعنوان (الاستئناف The Appeal) ، في اعتقادي انها لن تلحق بمعرض الكتاب..بل انها حتماً لن تلحق به ، لذا فلاريب انها ستظهر في المكتبات بعد ذلك..

كما قلت من قبل : حلم حياتي الأزلي علي الصعيد الأدبي هو ترجمة رواية جديدة لجريشام ، وكنت قد بدأت بالفعل بترجمة رواية (The Brookerالسمسار) ولكن يبدو ان هذا الحلم لن يتحقق قريباً فيما يبدو ،خاصة مع معدل الترجمة الشنيع الذي أسير به وهو سطرين كل أسبوع أي انني عندما سأنهيها -مع الوضع في الاعتبار الحجم المخيف لروايات جريشام- سيكون جريشام قد كتب سبعة وثلاثون رواية اخري ، دعك من كم الترجمات العربية الاحترافية التي ستكون قد صدرت وقتها للرواية نفسها ..لكنه حلم وأعجز عن كبته أو خنقه بالتأكيد .

هذا اقتباس من موقع جريشام به تفصيل عن الرواية الجديدة..سأعود لاحقاً لترجمته والحديث عن الرواية بالتفصيل :

The jury was ready.

After forty-two hours of deliberations that followed seventy-one days of trial that included 530 hours of testimony from four dozen witnesses, and after a lifetime of sitting silently as the lawyers haggled and the judge lectured and the spectators watched like hawks for telltale signs, the jury was ready. Locked away in the jury room, secluded and secure, ten of them proudly signed their names to the verdict while the other two pouted in their corners, detached and miserable in their dissension. There were hugs and smiles and no small measure of self-congratulation because they had survived this little war and could now march proudly back into the arena with a decision they had rescued through sheer determination and the dogged pursuit of compromise. Their ordeal was over; their civic duty complete. They had served above and beyond. They were ready.

The foreman knocked on the door and rustled Uncle Joe from his slumbers. Uncle Joe, the ancient bailiff, had guarded them while he also arranged their meals, heard their complaints, and quietly slipped their messages to the judge. In his younger years, back when his hearing was better, Uncle Joe was rumored to also eavesdrop on his juries through a ?imsy pine door he and he alone had selected and installed. But his listening days were over, and, as he had con?ded to no one but his wife, after the ordeal of this particular trial he might just hang up his old pistol once and for all. The strain of controlling justice was wearing him down.
–From Chapter One of The Appeal

Politics has always been a dirty game.
Now justice is, too.

In a crowded courtroom in Mississippi, a jury returns a shocking verdict against a chemical company accused of dumping toxic waste into a small town’s water supply, causing the worst “cancer cluster” in history. The company appeals to the Mississippi Supreme Court, whose nine justices will one day either approve the verdict or reverse it.

Who are the nine? How will they vote? Can one be replaced before the case is ultimately decided?

The chemical company is owned by a Wall Street predator named Carl Trudeau, and Mr. Trudeau is convinced the Court is not friendly enough. With judicial elections looming, he decides to try to purchase himself a seat on the Court. The cost is a few million dollars, a drop in the bucket for a billionaire like Mr. Trudeau. Through an intricate web of conspiracy and deceit, his political operatives recruit a young, unsuspecting candidate. They finance him, manipulate him, market him, and mold him into a potential Supreme Court justice. Their Supreme Court justice.

The Appeal is a powerful, timely, and shocking story of political and legal intrigue, a story that will leave readers unable to think about our electoral process or judicial system in quite the same way ever again.