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Max Menuchen was just 18 years old when Captain Marcelus Prandus of the Lithuanian Auxiliary Militia forced his family (and dozens of other Jewish families) into the Ponary Woods in Vilna, Lithuania, making them dig their own graves. The young man could only watch as Prandus shot his pregnant wife, Leah, and baby boy, Efraium. Escaping a similar fate by "dumb luck," Max survived the bullet, but not the torment and guilt that would haunt him for decades. Then, in 1999, Max makes the chilling discovery that Prandus escaped any punishment and now lives in a small Massachusetts town, surrounded by a loving family.
The world didn't care about what happened in the Ponary Woods. That was what was destroying Max. That was what drove him to the vengeance in which he was now engaged.Determined to make the former Nazi suffer, Max and an old acquaintance kidnap Prandus, tie him to a chair, and psychologically torture him. Prandus then commits suicide to escape his own "suffering." Max now stands accused of murder--and his old friend Abe Ringel must prove that the revenge was just, for the sake of the Menuchens and for all those who suffered at the hands of the Nazis.
The legal mechanics of Max's trial are hardly exceptional (author Dershowitz has a tendency to slip back into his other role as Harvard law professor, and we sometimes feel more like students than readers). However, the moral implications of such a controversial trial make Just Revenge a compelling, and ultimately thought-provoking, read. --Naomi Gesinger --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.
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9 of 10 people found the following review helpful:
1.0 out of 5 stars
Very disappointing,
By Tome Toad (USA) - See all my reviews
This review is from: Just Revenge (Mass Market Paperback)
Few things are more disappointing to a reader than a good story in the hands of a mediocre writer. Dershowitz is such a poor fiction writer that he drains the life from what is one of the most consistently compelling sources of fiction - the guilt and rage of survivors of unspeakable horror. His characters are so superficial and wooden that they distract from the ideas and issues he attempts to address. He totally fails to develop any type of psychological complexity in the participants in this drama. He is unable to tell his story through coherent actions and inner thoughts of his characters. As a result, he's forced to violate one of the main tenets of fiction writing - show, don't tell. He has to stop and tell us constantly why this character feels this or that, and he does it like a guy hitting a tack with a sledge hammer. There's no subtle development of each character's story, no gradual enlightenment of the reader as to why the various characters come to feel so deeply about Max, why they hate or support him, why they want to help or thwart him. The effect is jarring and distracting - female characters apparently having reasoned conversations suddenly burst into hysteria and tears - for one line only - then stop and continue their conversations. Max, after 50 years of stalwart sanity and self control, suddenly flops to the floor in a shrieking flashback, only to jump up and be his intellectual and controlled self again. The victim's son ... well, he makes no sense at all. The ending is so contrived and forced that it takes the punch out of the whole story - as if the author couldn't figure out a sensible way to arrive at the ending he wanted. He's forced, therefore, to have the victim's son do something so out of character that it leaves the reader feeling incredulous.
But there is one good thing to say about this story - Max's revenge is one of the most diabolically clever plans I've come across. It's damn near brilliant. Too bad it gets overwhelmed by bad prose writing. Is the book worth reading? Well I finished it. It's a fast read, the story of the massacre of Max's family is compelling and his revenge is very satisfying. But it's not worth buying - check it out of the library.
7 of 8 people found the following review helpful:
1.0 out of 5 stars
Unrealistic with great liberties on how legal system works,
By Toledo Flash "Jim" (toledo, ohio) - See all my reviews
This review is from: Just Revenge : A Novel (Hardcover)
Writing style is basic at best. Developoment of characters is flawed and uninteresting. The author uses great liberties in describing how our legal system is applied in a jury situation and some of it is actually inaccurate. Book does not create much suspense and many of the plots are given away by his use of present tense rather than past tense when describing the alleged murders of the Prandus family. The ending leaves you hanging and does not really address the issue of revenge murder. The book was a waste of money and the author should stick to teaching what he thinks the law is at Harvard.
9 of 11 people found the following review helpful:
1.0 out of 5 stars
Breathtaking and almost unimaginable vulgarity,
By A Customer
This review is from: Just Revenge : A Novel (Hardcover)
Having written The Vanishing American Jew: In Search for Jewish Identity for the Next Century and that classic of self-celebration, Chutzpah, Mr. Dershowitz is himself something of a soi-disant expert on Jewish culture. Here he gives us a courtroom melodrama in which Abe Ringel-the hero of a previous Dershowitz thriller and, one can't help thinking, a stand-in for the author-gets the chance to try his dream case. His friend Max Menuchen, an aged, dignified, sympathetic Holocaust survivor, has learned that the Lithuanian officer who ordered the massacre of his family is alive in America. The old man concocts an elaborate revenge scheme, and when Max is accused of engineering the Lithuanian's death, Abe agrees to defend him.It's difficult, really, to fully describe just how dreadful the novel is. Unable to distinguish between dialogue and exposition, Mr. Dershowitz treats us to passages like the following, in which Max relates a childhood memory: "`We must have looked strange,' Max said with a warm smile as he remembered the scene. `A portly old man with a flowing white beard and a fur hat, crawling around a dark attic, while his 18-year-old grandson, wearing a black suit and a yarmulke, with curly sidelocks and the beginning of a never-shaved beard, held a flickering candle.'" With no apparent interest in narrative verisimilitude or psychological credibility, he muddles up dramatic moments like this one: "`I could never forget your eyes!' Max bellowed as his hand, with a will of its own, smashed against Prandus' face.... Prandus cringed in fear, not from the force of the blow, but from Max's words. As he watched the powerful man's face twitch, Max heard King Lear's terrible words: `Tremble, thou wretch, that hast within thee undivulged crimes unwhipped of justice ...'" But the novel's literary flaws are the least of it. What's galling is the righteousness with which Mr. Dershowitz advances his shaky moral agenda, with its explicit and disturbing endorsement of vigilante justice. ("My hope is that I have written a book that may lead a few people to better understand and empathize with the victims of the worst crime ever perpetrated by one group of human beings on another." The uses to which he puts the Holocaust are appalling; the mass murder that Max recalls seems not just generic but, detail for detail, suspiciously reminiscent of a similar scene in Night, by Elie Wiesel. In Just Revenge, American-Jewish culture has been brought to new and previously unplumbed depths by Mr. Dershowitz's egregious attempt to reduce the Holocaust to a bad lawyer joke.
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