A melancholic lawyer struggling with depression and regret considers an invitation to make an illegal fortune in Nelsestuen’s novel.
Winston Williamsen III never wanted to be a lawyer—in fact, he wanted to be a writer, but his imperious father put an end to that aspiration and forced him into the family business. Winston has been the managing partner of their firm for 15 years; his father, now 86 years old, is sliding into dementia. Winston’s wife, Shirley, is dying from a cancer that “that slowly eats her with each heartbeat,” but that doesn’t curb his chronic infidelity, marital transgressions of which she is aware but studiously avoids discussing. Winston is a man exhausted by sadness and remorse, his self-worth all but forfeited when he was caught destroying evidence to protect a client in a misstep he only survived professionally because of his father’s influence. He’s presented with an opportunity to make millions of dollars by a client, Samuel Armstor, the controller of RoneCraft, a massive corporation. Samuel has embezzled tens of millions of dollars from the company and confides to Winston that not only is he guilty, he’s hidden the cash, and wants Winston’s help to keep it hidden. Nelsestuen adeptly establishes a palpably thick atmosphere of both despair and dread—Winston is crushed under the weight of a lifetime of bad choices. He is also drawn with considerable nuance. Winston’s darkness is artfully depicted by the author; he’s not an unabashed nihilist—he still feels the pangs of guilt and the push of moral rectitude, and the reader cannot help but wonder, at the conclusion of this powerful tale, if he even experiences hope. Nelsestuen has no interest, thankfully, in bandying about any facile answers or neatly contrived denouements. This is a genuinely complex tale, one that confronts, with impressive verisimilitude, the complexity of moral affairs.
A deeply thoughtful drama that never condescends with easy moralizing.