From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Presumed Innocent comes a compelling new legal mystery featuring George Mason from Personal Injuries. Originally commissioned and published by The New York Times Magazine, this edition contains additional material.
Life would seem to have gone well for George Mason. His days as a criminal defense lawyer are long behind him. At fifty-nine, he has sat as a judge on the Court of Appeals in Kindle County for nearly a decade. Yet, when a disturbing rape case is brought before him, the judge begins to question the very nature of the law and his role within it. What is troubling George Mason so deeply? Is it his wife's recent diagnosis? Or the strange and threatening e-mails he has started to receive? And what is it about this horrific case of sexual assault, now on trial in his courtroom, that has led him to question his fitness to judge?
In LIMITATIONS, Scott Turow, the master of the legal thriller, returns to Kindle County with a suspenseful entertainment that asks the biggest questions of all. Ingeniously, and with great economy of style, Turow probes the limitations not only of the law but of human understanding itself.
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About the Author
Scott Turow is the world-famous author of six bestselling novels about the law, from Presumed Innocent to Reversible Errors, and of the nonfiction works Ultimate Punishment and One L. He lives with his family outside Chicago, where he is a partner in the firm of Sonnenschein Nath and Rosenthal.
Date of Birth:April 12, 1949
Place of Birth:Chicago, Illinois
Education:B.A. in English, Amherst College, 1970; M.A., Stanford University, 1974; J.D., Harvard University, 1978
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"May it please the court," booms Jordan Sapperstein from the podium. "This case must be reversed. Your Honors have no choice."
Seated behind the elevated walnut bench a dozen feet away, Judge George Mason suppresses an impulsive wince at Sapperstein's excesses. The judge is seldom reluctant to let lawyers know when their claims are unpersuasive, but making faces, as his father warned him when he was a boy in Virginia long ago, is simply rude.
The truth is that George Mason recoils even more from the case, People v. Jacob Warnovits et al., than from the celebrated attorney beginning his oral argument. Before he was elected to the bench, at age forty-seven, George was a criminal defense lawyer, perpetually engrossed in his warring feelings--loathing, amusement, intrigue, envy--about those who broke the rules. Yet from the instant the Court of Appeals's docket department randomly placed him on Warnovits five weeks ago, he has been uneasy about the assignment. He has found it uncharacteristically difficult to read the briefs or view the record of the trial in the Kindle County Superior Court, where nineteen months ago, the four young defendants were convicted of criminal sexual assault and given the mandatory minimum sentence of six years. Now the judge thinks what he has every time the matter has come reluctantly to mind: hard cases make bad law.
As the senior member of the three-judge panel, Judge Mason, in his inky robe, occupies the center spot on the long bench between his two colleagues. Judge Summerset Purfoyle, with his time-engraved pecan face and a sponge of white hair, is perhaps more regally handsome now than in his days as a successful soul balladeer. The other judge, Nathan Koll, small and stout, his plump jowls like a croissant beneath his chin, eyes Sapperstein from his first words with a dark, merciless look.
Beyond the lawyers in the well of the court, the security officers have fit onto the walnut pews as many as possible of the spectators who lined up at the courtroom door, leaving the air close on a warm day at the start of June. In the front row, the reporters and sketch artists hastily record what they can. Behind them the onlookers--law students, court buffs, friends of the defendants, and supporters of the victim--are now intent, after having shifted through three civil cases argued before the same panel earlier in the morning. Even the stateliness of the appellate courtroom, with its oxblood pillars of marble rising two stories to the vaulted ceiling and the gilded rococo details on the furnishings, cannot fully dampen the high-wattage current of controversy that has long enlivened the Warnovits case, which has taken on complex meanings for thousands of people who know nothing about the legal principles at stake and not much more about the underlying facts.
The victim of the crime is Mindy DeBoyer, although her name, as an alleged rape victim, is never used in the frequent public accounts. More than seven years ago, in March 1999, Mindy was fifteen and a member of the rowdy throng at a house party for the Glen Brae High School boys' ice hockey team. Earlier that day, Glen Brae had finished second in the state. The players were sore--from the pounding of six games in six days and from failing after coming so close to the state title--and the celebration in the home of the team co-captain, Jacob Warnovits, whose parents had flown off to a wedding in New York, was out of control from the start. Mindy DeBoyer, by her own testimony, 'got hammered beyond belief' on the combination of rum and a pill provided by Warnovits and somehow ended up passed out in his room.
Warnovits claimed he had discovered her there and took Mindy's position, like Goldilocks in the bed of one of the three bears, as a proposition. The jury clearly rejected that explanation, probably because Warnovits also invited three other team members to join him in violating the young woman, who was unconscious and lifeless as a rag doll. Warnovits captured each assault on videotape, often employing the camera in a grotesque fashion that would startle even a pornographer. The soundtrack, a vile screed from Warnovits, ended after more than fifty minutes with his warnings to his friends to get Mindy out of there and 'don't say jack.'
When she awoke at about 5:00 a.m. amid the lingering reek from the empty cans and ashes in the Warnovitses' living room, Mindy DeBoyer had no idea what had occurred. A sexual novice, although not uninitiated, she realized she'd had rough treatment, and she noticed that her skirt was on backward. Yet she had no memory of any of the night's late events. After sneaking home, she phoned other kids she'd seen at the party, but no one could recall whom Mindy had gone off with. Speaking to her best friend, Vera Hartal, Mindy DeBoyer wondered if she might even have been raped. But she was fifteen and not eager to involve an adult, or admit where she had been. She healed in her own time and said nothing.
And so life marched on. The four boys graduated from high school and went to college, as did Mindy two and a half years later. Feeling safer with time, Jacob Warnovits could not resist occasionally entertaining his fraternity brothers with the tape. One freshman pledge, Michael Willets, turned out to be close to the DeBoyer family, and after a lengthy conversation with his sister, he tipped the police, who arrived at the fraternity house with a search warrant. Mindy DeBoyer reviewed the videotape in horror, and Warnovits and the three other young men were indicted in quick order on January 14, 2003.
As George Mason views the case, the principal legal question is the statute of limitations, which under state law would ordinarily bar bringing felony charges more than three years after the crime. But the grinding social issue is that Mindy DeBoyer is black. She is well-to-do, like the boys who assaulted her, but her parents, a lawyer and an MBA, could not keep from wondering publicly, in their initial agitation, whether a young white woman would have been treated the same way in Glen Brae, a suburban town to which integration came grudgingly.
The racial charges raised the volume in Glen Brae. Families close to the four boys proclaimed that their lives were being ruined long after the fact for a crime from which the victim had not really suffered. They implied that race alone was causing men to be punished for the misdeeds of children. The sharp disputes between neighbors boiled over into the press, where the DeBoyers' views have clearly prevailed. Most accounts portray the defendants as spoiled rich boys who nearly escaped after a night of bestial fun in the slave cabin, even though not one of the many ugly terms the boys had applied to Mindy on the tape involved any mention of her race.
The substantial questions presented by the young men's appeal have allowed them to remain free on bond, and all four, now in their midtwenties, are beside the journalists in the front spectators' row. The fate of each is in the hands of Jordan Sapperstein, in a cream suit with heavy black pinstripes, who is gesticulating often and using his crinkled gray pageboy for emphasis. Judge Mason has never fully decoded whatever it is a human being is saying about himself when he sports a hairdo borrowed from Gorgeous George, but Sapperstein is what Patrice, the judge's wife, is apt in her moods to refer to as an LFT--lawyer from television.
A Californian, Sapperstein made his name twenty years ago, while a law professor at Stanford, with two stunning victories in the U.S. Supreme Court. He has remained a legal celebrity ever since, because of his willingness to puff himself into a state of agitation for thirty seconds whenever the red light glows above a TV camera. He is always turning up on CNN, Meet the Press, Court TV, so ubiquitous you half-expect him in the background when you video-record your niece's soccer game. The desperate families of the Glen Brae Four are rumored to have paid him several hundred thousand dollars to take on this appeal.
With some panels, George supposes that Sapperstein's notoriety might be a plus, providing cover for a judge inclined to reverse. But not here. Sapperstein's prominence has been a call to combat for George's colleague Nathan Koll. Koll, who left his position as an esteemed faculty member at Easton Law School to take a five-year interim appointment on the appellate court, prefers to treat attorneys as if they were his students, exuberantly pummeling them with sly hypothetical questions aimed at undermining their positions. Wags have long called this style of Socratic classroom interrogation 'the game only one can play,' and here too there is no winning with Nathan. The truth is that, for him, each case, no matter what the actual subject matter, presents the same issue: proving he is the smartest lawyer in the room. Or perhaps the universe. George is uncertain where the boundary falls on Nathan's sense of grandeur.
If nothing else, with his beerhouse voice and squinty inquisitorial style, Koll makes good theater, and he tears into Sapperstein not long after the lawyer begins his oral argument with a quotation from an exalted legal commentator, spiced, in turn, with the words of the U.S. Supreme Court.
"Statutes of limitations on felony prosecutions, which 'are found and approved in all systems of enlightened jurisprudence,' implicitly reflect a legislative judgment that the moral gravity of an offense can be measured by the urgency with which punishment is pursued. 'The general experience of mankind' is that true crimes 'are not usually allowed to remain neglected,' " Sapperstein declaims.
"Hardly, hardly," Koll answers immediately. Even seated, he reminds George of a linebacker ready to tackle, hunched forward, his stocky hands spread wide as if to hinder any effort to evade him. "Limitations periods, Mr. Sapperstein, arise fundamentally from worries that memories weaken and evidence is dispersed over time. Which should not concern us when there is a videotape of the offense."
Sapperstein will not back down, and the academic jousting between the judge and the lawyer continues for several minutes, two legal peacocks spreading their feathers. In George's mind, the impressions of noted legal scholars about why Anglo-American jurisprudence favors statutes of limitations count for very little. The only operative fact is that the legislature in this state voted for one. As a judge, George takes it as his principal task simply to resolve any doubts about the meaning of the words the lawmakers used.
Ordinarily, he might interrupt with that observation, but on balance, he prefers to keep his distance from this case. Besides, it's seldom an easy matter to get a remark in edgewise when you sit with Nathan Koll. Judge Purfoyle, on George's right, has several questions written on his yellow pad, but Koll has yet to yield the floor, despite several gentlemanly efforts by Summer.
In any event, George's attention is soon drawn to the thumping entrance into the courtroom of one of his two law clerks, Cassandra Oakey. Cassie cannot go anywhere without causing a distraction: she is too forceful, tall and attractive, and entirely unschooled in self-restraint. But as she charges forward to the clerks' table at the far side of the courtroom, George realizes that she is not, as he might have expected, simply late. Cassie casts her large, dark eyes urgently toward him, and he sees she is holding a note. And with that a little wrinkle of terror creases the judge's heart. Patrice, he thinks. This happens to George Mason several times each day. Lost in the professional issues that have always overwhelmed him like a siren call, he feels shocked and selfish when the recollection smashes home: Patrice has cancer. She had been hospitalized for two days now for post-operative radioactive treatments, and his immediate fear is that something has gone wrong.
Cassie creeps close enough to get the folded paper to Marcus, George's white-whiskered bailiff, who passes it up. But the subject, George finds, is his own well-being, not his wife's. Dineesha, his assistant, has written:
We have heard again from #1. Marina would like to brief you on what she found out from the FBI but has to leave the building for the day at 1:00 p.m. Any chance you could put off the judges' conference for half an hour to see her?
George lifts a temporizing finger in Cassie's direction. Koll has now taken to battering Sapperstein about his other principal argument, which is that the videotape of the assault was too graphic and inflammatory to have been played for the jury without substantial editing, especially of the boys' priapic displays to one another and Warnovits's gynecological inspections of Mindy with the camera.
"You are not contending," Koll says, "that the videotape, at least in some form, was inadmissible?"
"The videotape, Your Honor, as the jury saw it, should not have come into evidence."
"But only on the grounds that some elements were unduly prejudicial?"
Sapperstein has been in enough courtrooms to sense a trap of some kind, but his evasions only intensify Koll's efforts to steamroll him.
Enough, George thinks. He looks to the clerks' table. There John Banion, the judge's other law clerk, has his finger on the buttons that control the three tiny warning lights atop the lectern, which indicate how much time for argument a lawyer has left. Currently, the orange lamp in the middle is aglow in front of Sapperstein. Banion, a doughy figure in his early forties, is often referred to behind his back by the other law clerks as 'the Droid' because he is remote as a hermit. But for years John has proven perfectly attuned to the judge's professional needs, and George drops his chin no more than an inch before John snaps on the red light signaling that Sapperstein's time is up.
"Thank you, Mr. Sapperstein," George says, cutting him off midsentence.
At the farther counsel table, nearer the clerks, the acting Kindle County Prosecuting Attorney, Tommy Molto, rises with a mess of papers in his hands to respond for the state. Asking for a second, George covers his microphone, a black bud on a black stalk, so he can confer privately first with Purfoyle, then Koll. Koll can't quite summon an agreeable expression but, like Purfoyle, grants George, as the presiding judge, the courtesy of a half-hour reprieve before the conference that normally would immediately follow the last argument. There the three judges will decide the cases they have heard this morning and assign among themselves the writing of the court's opinions.
"Tell Dineesha I'll see Marina," the judge says to Cassie after waving her up. In a crouch beside the judge's tall leather chair, Cassie is ready to depart, but George detains her. "What did #1 say?"
Her brown eyes shift, and she gives her straight blond Dutch boy cut a toss in the interval.
"Just the same junk," she finally whispers.
"More wishes for my health and happiness?" George asks, wondering if the joke sounds brave or foolhardy.
"Really," she says.
But her reluctance about the message is provocative, and he circles his hand, asking for more.
"He, she, it, they--whoever it is sent a link," Cassie responds.
"To a Web site."
"What Web site?"
Cassie openly frowns. "It's called Death Watch," she answers.
Copyright © 2006 by Scott Turow. All rights reserved.
Table of Contents
Reading Group Guide
About this Guide
The following author biography and list of questions about Limitations are intended as resources to aid individual readers and book groups who would like to learn more about the author and this book. We hope that this guide will provide you a starting place for discussion, and suggest a variety of perspectives from which you might approach Limitations.
1. Early in the novel we learn that George's feelings about the Warnovits case are significantly influenced by an experience in his own life. How do you think his memory of his first meeting with Lolly Viccino affects his decision about the case over the course of the story? Do you think a judge in George's position should try to shut out personal associations with a case like this, or do they make him more qualified to understand and assess the case?
2. Upon learning that the boys were relatively privileged, how was your reaction to the Warnovits case affected? Would your reaction to the crime have been different change if the boys had been from poor or otherwise disadvantaged backgrounds? Would it change things if they and the victim had all been of the same race?
3. On page 43, when George ignores the two young men lurking in the garage, despite feeling somewhat threatened by their presence, we learn that his "entire professional life has been founded on the conviction that he knows himself best under these shadows." What does the author mean by this? How might this conviction make him a better judge?
4. Did your opinion of George change when you read the account (pages 48-50) of his college experience with Lolly Viccino? Do you think Patrice, his wife, was right to forgive him so easily? How much difference does it make, in your own judgment of his actions, that things were socially and politically different when George was in college?
5. Look at the description of events in involving Mindy DeBoyer (page 3) and those with Lolly. What does the author tell us in each account to distinguish George, and his experience, from the hockey players, and theirs? Do you think there's a significant moral difference between George's actions and those of any one boy in the Warnovits case?
6. Look at George's conversation with Rusty Sabich in chapter 7. How would you describe their respective approaches to the law? How do the differences relate to their own experience outside of their profession? If you were going to trail, hoping for a fair verdict, who would you rather have sitting on the bench?
7. Were you surprised to hear that Lolly didn't seem to remember the events in the dormitory hallway? Or do you think she was pretending not to remember? What effect do you think George's conversation with the grown-up Lolly has on his decision in the Warnovits case?
8. "Principle always comes with certain risks." This is George's thinking as he refuses to cooperate with the kid who's trying to steal his car (and, George believes at the time, trying to kill him.) What principle is he referring to? Can you think of situations like this one in your own life, in which sticking to a right-minded principle backfired?
9. "Could insular John Banion, so shocked and overwrought by what those images stimulated in himcould that man have admitted as much to anybody else?" What do you think the video stimulated in John? Why do you think it unsettled him so much? Do you think George is right that it would be tougher on John to watch the footage than it would be on his female counterpart, Cassie?
10. The title comes from the legal term statute of Limitationsthe period of time after which one can no longer be held accountable for a crime. Why do you think the author chose this title? How is this a story about Limitations, George's and those of the other characters? Do you think that the fundamental concepts of right and wrong are constant, or do they change over time?
11. George and Patrice's attitudes about the lawand the worlddiffer significantly, and we learn that those differences are an essential element of their long-lasting marriage. As an architect, she believes that "Buildings can stand for centuries. Beauty, above all, endures. Attorneys, by contrast, just mince around with words." Do you think most people find meaning in beauty or in justiceon George's side or Patrice's? Do you think the question breaks down along gender lines? Which side do you tend toward?
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
this one falls far short...convoluted, not credible.
I am usually a big fan of Turow but not this novel. His resolution of the judges dilemma bothered me personally. Rape stories are hard to read but could be handled better than this.
This was an interesting, thought provoking book. It clearly portrays a judge that is struggling with personal issues and death threats while being faced with a case that he desperately wants to get right. It focuses on his personal struggle to do the right thing, cope with the threats that he initially believed could be ignored, and the health issues of his beloved wife. It was an intricate mystery (who-dun-it), while challenging us to consider that judges often face issues that are anything but black and white. This man was a very likeable character, the plot includes drama, mystery, and an interesting twist at the end.
Turow again demonstrates his special ability to accurately portray a legal scene while maintaining interest in a short, but very satisfying book.