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From the reviews of
Involuntary Witness
:
“Raises the standard for crime fiction. Carofiglio’s deft touch has given us a story that is both literary and gritty – and one that speeds along like the best legal thrillers. His insights into human nature – good and bad – are breathtaking.”
Jeffery Deaver
 
“A stunner. Guerrieri is a wonderfully convincing character; morose, but seeing the absurdity of his gloomy life, his vulnerability and cynicism laced with self-deprecating humour. It is the veracity of the setting and the humanity of the lawyer that makes the novel a courtroom drama of such rare quality.”
The Times
 
“A powerful redemptive novel beautifully translated.”
Daily Mail
 
“Carofiglio writes crisp, ironical novels that are as much love stories and philosophical treatises as they are legal thrillers.”
New Yorker
 
“Compelling novel written by a prosecutor, the scourge of local criminals who likes to write books that make his readers cry. An author that has the audacity to reveal both a flawed legal system and debunk the myth of the macho Italian man.”
The Observer
 
“The author occupies a niche similar to that which is filled in America by Erle Stanley Gardner and John Grisham. The genre is flourishing and if Carofiglio, following his fellow practitioners, has endowed his hero with discriminating taste for good food, he has none of their relish for brutality. Violence is kept at arm’s length.”
Times Literary Supplement
 
This novel has been called many, often quite different things, both by the critics and the public: a legal thriller, a roman noir, a psychological novel, a Bildungsroman, a love story. All these definitions contain an element of truth. But what I like to hear more than anything goes something like this: Reading your novel kept me up all night, I couldn’t wait to see how Guido’s story was going to end, how the trial was going to end, whether Abdou was going to be found guilty or not guilty, and all the rest of it. And you know something strange? As I was getting to the end I started to slow down, and I felt sad. Because I didn’t want it to end.
Crime Time
Gianrico Carofiglio, born in 1961, was an anti-Mafia prosecutor in the southern Italian city of Bari for many years. He has been responsible for some of the most important indictments in the region involving organized crime, corruption and the traffic in human beings. He is now a Member of the Italian Senate.
Involuntary Witness
was his debut novel and the first in a series with defence lawyer Guido Guerrieri. It won numerous literary prizes and sold over a million copies. It has been translated into eleven languages.
Other Bitter Lemon books featuring Guido Guerrieri
A Walk in the Dark
Reasonable Doubts
What the caterpillar thinks is the end of the world, the rest of the world calls a butterfly
Lao-tzu,
The Way of Virtue
Part One
1
I well remember the day – or rather the afternoon – before it all began.
I’d been in the office for a quarter of an hour and had absolutely no wish to work. I had already checked my e-mails and the post, straightened a few stray papers, made a couple of pointless telephone calls. In short, I had run out of pretexts, so I’d lit a cigarette.
I would just quietly enjoy this cigarette and then start work.
After the cigarette I’d have found some other excuse. Maybe I’d go out, remembering a book I had to get from Feltrinelli’s that, one way or another, I’d too often put off buying.
While I was smoking, the telephone rang. It was the internal line, my secretary ringing from the waiting room.
She had a gentleman there who had no appointment but said it was urgent.
Practically no one ever has an appointment. People go to a criminal lawyer when they have serious, urgent problems, or at least are convinced they do. Which comes to the same thing of course.
In any case, in my office the routine went as follows: my secretary called me, in the presence of the person who urgently needed to see a lawyer. If I was busy – for example, with another client – I made them wait until I was finished.
If I was not busy, as on that afternoon, I made them wait all the same.
I wanted them to know that this office is for working in, and that I receive clients only if the matter is urgent.
I told Maria Teresa to inform the gentleman that I could see him in ten minutes, but couldn’t spare him much time because I had an important meeting.
People think that lawyers often have important meetings.
Ten minutes later the gentleman entered. He had long black hair, a long black beard and goggling eyes. He sat down and leaned towards me, with his elbows on the desk.
For a moment I was certain that he would say, “I have just killed my wife and mother-in-law. They’re downstairs in the back of the car. Luckily I have an estate car. What are
we
going to do about it, Avvocato?”
Nothing of the sort. He had a van from which he sold grilled frankfurters and hamburgers. The health inspectors had confiscated it because hygienic conditions inside it were pretty much those of the sewers of Benares.
This bearded character wanted his van back. He knew that I was a smart lawyer because he had been told so by one of his mates, a client of mine. With a kind of sickening conspiratorial smirk, he gave me the name of a drug pusher for whom I had managed to negotiate a disgracefully light sentence.
I demanded an exorbitant advance, and from his trouser pocket he produced a roll of 50,000- and 100,000- lire notes.
Please don’t give me the ones with mayonnaise stains, I prayed resignedly.
He thumbed out the sum I had asked for, and left
me the confiscation document and all the other documents. No, he didn’t want a receipt: what would I do with it, Avvocato? Another conspiratorial smirk. We tax evaders understand one another, don’t we?
Years before, I had quite enjoyed my work. Now, on the contrary, it made me feel slightly sick. And when I came across people like this hamburger merchant I felt sicker still.
I felt I deserved a meal of frankfurters served by this Rasputin and to land up in Casualty. In wait for me there I would find Dr Carrassi.
Dr Carrassi, second-in-command in the Casualty Department, had killed off a 21-year-old girl with peritonitis by misdiagnosing it as period pains.
His lawyer-yours truly – got him off without the loss of a day’s work or a penny of his salary. It wasn’t a difficult case. The public prosecutor was an idiot and counsel for the family a terminal illiterate.
When he was acquitted, Carrassi gave me a hug. He had bad breath, he was sweating and he was under the impression that justice had been done.
Leaving the courtroom I avoided the eyes of the girl’s parents.
 
 
The bearded character left and I, choking down nausea, prepared the appeal against the confiscation of his precious meals-on-wheels.
Then I went home.
On Friday evenings we usually went to the cinema, followed by dinner in a restaurant, always with the same bunch of friends.
I never took any part in choosing the cinema or the restaurant. I did whatever Sara and the others decided and spent the evening in a state of suspended
animation, waiting for it to end. Unless it turned out to be a film I really liked, but that happened increasingly rarely.
When I got home that evening Sara was already dressed to go out. I said I needed at least a quarter of an hour, just time for a shower and change of clothes.
Ah, she was going out with her own friends, was she? Which friends? The ones from the photography course. She might have told me earlier, and I’d have got myself organized. She’d told me the day before and it wasn’t her fault if I didn’t listen to what she said. Oh, all right, there’s no need to get in a huff. I’d have tried to arrange something for myself, if I’d had time. No, I had no intention of making her feel guilty, I only wanted to say just exactly what I had said. Very well, let’s just stop bickering.
She went out and I stayed at home. I thought of calling the usual friends and going out with them. Then it seemed to me absurdly difficult to explain why Sara wasn’t there and where she had gone, and I thought they would give me funny looks, so I dropped the idea.
I tried calling up a girl who at that time I sometimes used to see on the sly, but she, almost whispering into her mobile, told me she was with her boyfriend. What did I expect on a Friday? I felt at a loose end, but then I thought I’d rent a good thriller, get out a frozen pizza and a big bottle of cold beer and, one way or another, that Friday evening would pass.
I chose
Black Rain
, even though I’d already seen it twice. I saw it a third time and still liked it. I ate the pizza and drank all the beer. On top of that I had a whisky and smoked several cigarettes. I flipped between television channels, discovering that the local stations had taken to showing hard porn again. This
made me realize that it was one in the morning, so I went to bed.
I don’t know when I got to sleep and I don’t know when Sara came in, because I didn’t hear her.
When I woke next morning she was already up. I took my sleepy face into the kitchen and she, without a word, poured me a cup of American coffee. Both of us have always liked American coffee, really weak.
I took two sips and was just about to ask her what time she had got back the night before when she told me she wanted a separation.
She said it just like that: “Guido, I want a separation.”
After a long, deafening silence I was forced to ask the most banal of questions.
Why?
She told me why. She was perfectly calm and implacable. Maybe I thought she hadn’t noticed how my life had been in the last ... let’s say two years. She, on the other hand, had noticed and she hadn’t liked it. What had humiliated her most was not my
infidelity
– and the word struck me in the face like spittle – but the fact that I had shown real disrespect by treating her like a fool. She didn’t know if I had always been like this or had become so. She didn’t know which alternative she preferred and perhaps she didn’t even care.
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