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The analysis of "The Client" by John Grisham
his secret thoughts, sense his noble feelings. His interior monologues also show the world of the street people in the light of subjectivity, because it is observed through the eyes of the person, who is not indifferent to other people’s anguish.
Actually it is hard to understand how Michael Brock could exchange his high-paid job into a charitable work where you are paid next to nothing. He is a man, who was brought up in the surroundings, where children were convinced that only money makes the world go round: “You think the guy working a drill press in a factory doesn’t get tired? At least you are getting rich.” (pg. 54). His father’s life was aimed at making money and living the American dream and he wanted his sons to follow in his footsteps. Only Michael dared to defeat his hopes, he managed to find another purpose to live for, he was the only one who did not pay attention to his father’s slogan: “Set goals, work hard, play fair, achieve prosperity.” (pg. 55).
Michael Brock determines on devoting his life to people, who spend years on the streets, “soaked with booze, stoned on crack, sleeping in the cold, getting kicked around by cops and punks” (pg. 39). And here we can see that the novel deals not only with the subject of homelessness, but with racism as well. The majority of the homeless are black and the attitude of white people towards them is connected with disdain. People are so intolerant. The street world is dangerous for a white guy, but Michael is not afraid to take a risk in changing his life. His curiosity and sense of justice compel him not to cease. And Michael Brock decides to get acquainted with the street life, to stay among people who are mentally ill, who live on the streets, in parks, in bus stations, under bridges, who do not know the taste of delicious food, who do not know what it means to feel satiated. Only he might bring the fairness into the world of hopeless people, people without position, without name:
“ ‘What’s your last name?’
‘Don’t have one. Too poor.’ ” (pg. 68)
From the vivid, open dialogues we learn more and more about the humans living in poverty, about their disposition and demeanour. Street people become cruel of such gruesome life. They do not notice any difference between candour and lie, hilarity and grief, good and evil. The hearts and the feelings of the majority of them are stiffen. Strenuous life in cold has made them dull. Even little children are already incorrigibly spoiled by the street life, where rules do not exist. These children will never experience love and humanity, these feelings can not be found in their world. What can be more shocking than a five-year-old boy, killing his baby-sister? But he can have a plenty of sleep now, no-body is crying at nights any more and disturbing him. No one deserves more help and condolence than homeless children, who do [next page]