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Topic - John Mortimer
The title of this delightful collection of Sir John Mortimer's classic Rumpole stories itself testifies to the enduring qualities of these stories, told in the voice of the Old Bailey Hack barrister. That distinctive voice - crusty, orotund, pointed - is key to what makes these tales such a pleasure to read.
The late Sir John Mortimer's wryly humorous television series about the antics of a tenacious London criminal defense attorney, "Rumpole of the Bailey," presupposed the existence of a British criminal class populated by thieves and burglars - not the rioters and looters of today ("Anarchy in the UK; rioters set afire London," Web, Tuesday).
Christmas without Rumpole would be like Christmas without Scrooge.
Mortimer wrote that although he wanted to create this kind of shabby old dinosaur of the London criminal bar, it was not until he heard the particular plaint of an older colleague that he knew he had found that all-important voice, from which all else would flow.