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The Justice Game by Randy Singer, a book review

Guns.

Should weapons made solely to kill humans be legal?

Randy Singer introduces his 2009 novel, The Justice Game, with a snapshot from real life, the 1998 killing by a student of the private Christian school teacher, Karen Farley,  Karen Farley was from Virginia Beach, VA.

In the introduction, the author shares that he was the lawyer who represented Farley's family in a lawsuit against the gun store that sold the 9-millimeter machine pistol that killed her. With the novel, his goal was to lay out fair arguments for both sides of the gun debate and to let the reader decide whose side they're on. The author further explained that he had created and posted an online video about the arguments heard in his novel, and had asked viewers to render a verdict based on that information. He used the crowd sourcing results as the ending to this novel.

Skeptical of the gimmick, but interested in checking the book off my list – the novel had languished unread on my Kindle since a free 2011 download, I cracked the first chapter and waited to see if a fair argument could actually be made for the side that I am not on.

To intensify the divide between the two sides,the author uses stereotypical character names and hyper-exacting situations that pull the story down and lowers the watermark for a really good read. It isn't until the case is argued in court that the pace picks up, then near the end struggles with excessive violence that served to make it less believable.

The crowd sourced ending held a pinch of humor. The people you think are the bad guys aren't the bad guys, but they are bad. Family relationships are restored. The truth is revealed to friends

It's a good book, not a great book.

And the killing is still happening in Virginia Beach, VA.

YouTube video that lays out the arguments.





Source: Free Kindle download.




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Print Length: 392 pages.


Singer has a pretty impressive list of books, with ratings increasing as you work through the list:

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