I had a handful of summer reading books to tell you about, but I was too busy reading this thing to write. It was too fun to put down. Just another New York lawyer novel, really, about the bonds of family, the philosophy of pursuing perfection, the career of boxer Wilfred Benitez, and I think there's something about listening vs. hearing in there, too. And a perfect crime. Guilt. Justice. The character of Television--I mean, Television is a character in this book. And everybody talks and talks and talks and it's perfect! The only thing I didn't enjoy was the cover and incidental art, which are b&w optical illusion-inducing things. I couldn't do much about that since I borrowed it from the library, otherwise I might have applied either a black Sharpie or a tearing force to the offending pages.