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The analysis of "The Client" by John Grisham
do not know what a bed, candies, warm clothes, presents and even love look like. They are little street soldiers, who try to survive very often on their own. They can do everything for attention and a bit of bread: “After two cookies, he was my friend for life.” (pg. 71). Nobody treats the street children with velvet gloves, despite they are only feeble little persons, fighting for their lives. You start wondering, what they eat for breakfast, where they sleep, if they are still alive. All these thoughts are a real torture not only for the reader, but for the main hero, Michael Brock, as well. He can not get rid of the feeling of guilt, it haunts him in every step he makes, in every bit of food he eats. Somebody has to provide these little street martyrs with bread, to rejoice them by little presents, as it shows they are still important to somebody. And when you see a sincere and thankful smile on the exhausted face of a child, nothing can be more touching. According to Michael Brock, no one can experience a bigger fun when spending two hundred dollars on the presents for poor homeless children and helping them: “I could spend whatever is necessary to get them into a warm place. If it was a motel for a month, no problem. (…)I didn’t care what it would cost (…)” (pg. 78).
Homeless people have no rights, no voice. No one listens to them, no one cares. These people, from whom the fortune has run away, desperately need somebody to fight for them, to protect them from the unfairness of the world dominated by large, all-powerful law firms. They need somebody to say, that they are important, that they are still people, not animals, though they are being treated as such. Most of them “are born without a prayer or a chance” (pg. 291), yet they survive. They trip and fall, but they get up and keep on trying. In spite of being bad-mannered, not well-educated, they are people of great fortitude. Only a strong person can survive in such severe conditions: without a roof, a job, a family, without food, without friends… Though a very big part of them can not bear that, such a burden is too heavy for them.
“Ushers with white gloves rolled the wooden coffins down the aisle, and lined them end to end across the front of the church with Lontae’s in the centre. The baby’s was tiny, less than three feet long. Ontarios’s, Alonzo’s and Dante’s were mid-sized.” (pg. 105). This episode of the funeral of the young family, which died in the street, seems the most appalling to me. An extensive description of four little children and their young mother, lying dead in their coffins, can shake even the hardest heart. But that hypocrisy in the faces of all the people at the funeral exasperates very much. The relatives who come only to say the last goodbye are wailing and [next page]