Much as I fought the anticipation of hating this book before even cracking the spine, I knew it was a losing battle. After all, its primary author was Mark Geragos, whose only competition for biggest media whore ever was New York’s beloved mayor, Ed “How’m I doing?” Koch.
Aside: Mayor Koch was available for comment, but no one asked.Working through the introduction, my worst suspicions were realized, as Geragos explained that society needed to know the inside story of the criminal justice system, and it thus fell on his broad shoulders to explain it to them. It was just a huge void, the rest of us so utterly inconsequential in comparison to him, that the words from his fingers would enlighten a nation that otherwise lived lives of quiet desperation with the Word of Geragos. I was thrilled at the prospect of ripping this egomaniac a new one.
And then something happened. As I read the book, I began to seethe. Dammit, the bastard wrote a good book. It was good. Despite his dalliances into the great glory of Geragos, name-dropper extraordinaire, the book is written with alarming normalcy, not the pomposity of the only guy capable of informing society of the secrets of the legal world. It was straight forward, easy to read, and reflected a sense of humor much like one might find here. In exposing the ugly secrets of how the criminal justice system ended up in its current state of hot mess, Geragos attributes the societal influences to politics, the O.J. Simpson trial and the Rise of the Angry Blond White Women. The first is fairly obvious, having been beaten to death though Geragos handles it well. The second, the O.J. trial, is the stuff that one would absolutely expect of Geragos, it having been his ticket to media stardom. Indeed, he can’t let go, making such announcements in the book as
The verdict shocked most of the country, but it did not surprise defense lawyers in L.A. Almost the entire defense bar believed that O.J. was guilty, but we also felt there was very little chance this jury was going to convict.See what he did there? In two sentences, he elevated himself to omniscience while reducing Johnnie Cochran to mere functionary in a trial that couldn’t be lost. I couldn’t help but wonder what Winona Ryder thought of that. But then he gets into his Angry Blond White Women, who didn’t have to be Blond, White or Women.
In skewering Ann Coulter, whose specialty was listed on TV as “constitutional lawyer,” he writes:
Eventually, we decided that “constitutional lawyer” was a synomym for “unemployed lawyer incapable of holding down a real legal job.”It’s unclear what role Pat Harris played in the book, other than providing occasional asides which serve to provide a juxtaposition of humility and humor to Geragos. His aside about Coulter left me with an image I can’t shake:
In fact, in 2012, Ann Coulter gave a speech to a conservative convention in which she made a series of Clinton penis jokes. Fifteen years later! Fifteen years later and she still has Clinton’s penis on her brain.Classic. And the discussion of Coulter is downright kind in comparison to Nancy Grace, about whom no epithet is spared. Notably, Geragos quotes from the blog of our compadre, Jonathan Turley, about Grace, indicating that either I’ve been far too kind to her or he’s a professor and I’m not.
It wouldn’t be a book by Geragos if it didn’t devolve into a discussion of his celebrity clients and cases, which I skipped over after a bit because I just couldn’t care less. After all, it’s his ego trip so he’s allowed to pander to his fan base, even if his mother and both friends already knows his stories.
But his discussion of the system, the deep and nasty flaws reflected in our wishful embrace of brilliant and unbiased judges, honest and hard-working prosecutors (other than his father, who was perfect) and jurors, in whom the desperate pin their last hope for justice but who couldn’t decide the time of day correctly if they had the atomic clock in the jury room, is right on target. He hits hard and true.
It’s not that Mistrial by Penguin Books offers any revelations about the system to those who have paid attention all along, but rather confirms what we’ve been talking about all along, and does so with some interesting stories and turns of phrase. Geragos’ perspective is left coast, and very much the view from the seat across from Larry King, but he still sees it, and calls it, the way it is.
Much as it breaks my heart to say this, it’s a book worth getting and reading, if you’re interested, as the subtitle says, in “an inside look at how the criminal justice system works…and sometimes doesn’t,” or are considering setting up a Mark Geragos fan club in your neighborhood. It’s actually a really good book, making me despise Geragos all the more.
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A word of thanks for Mark Bennett, without whom I probably would have abandoned the book after the introduction, who scolded me for being such a hater. You were right. I was wrong. Thank you.

