Resumo de Tempo De Matar

Certain day I attended a terrible judgment in which a girl testified against the man who had brutally forcene it. It was an overwhelming experience for me and I age only one spectator. At a moment, it it was all courage, in the other, painful fragile. I was estupefato. The nightmare could not at least imagine for which the girl and the family had passed. I thought about what it would make if she was my son. While I it saw it to suffer in front of the jury, I had will to kill the violator. For a briefing, but interminable moment, I desired to be its father. I wanted justice. That had a history in everything. I was stubborn with the ideia of revenge of the father. What would make a jury of common citizens with a father who had made justice for its proper hands? Of course they would see it with much affection, but the sufficient for an absolution? The ideia of this book more than gained body in a period of three months, during which almost I did not think about another thing. I wrote the first chapter by hand in a vulgar block and asked for the Renée, my woman, who read it. It was made an impression and said that she would like to read as the chapter. One month later, I delivered chapters to it two and three and it was completely magic. Renée reads five or six books per week - mystery, suspense, terror, espionage, all the type of fiction - and do not have patience for a history that does not function as it would have. I faced the work as a pastime, one hour here, one hour there, and imposing me vacant it disciplines of at least a page per day, never I abandoned it. I remember a period of four weeks where nothing it was written. 0ccasionally, it jumped one day, but in a general way it continued with stubborn diligence. In my opinion, history was wonderful, but it had doubts how much to my capacity in writing it. Renée liked and I continued. To the handle of one year, I admired myself of the rapidity with that the stack of pages increased and perceived that book had fond of the way it. The original objectivo was forgotten and was surprised to think it about contracts of publication, royalties, elegant lunches with agents and publishers - the dreams of all the not-published writer. Three years after having started to write, Renée read the last chapter and ordered them for New York. The provisory heading was Deathknell, one péssima ideia that the manuscript was abandoned as soon as filled with earth in the office of my new agent, Jay Garon. Jay had read the three first chapters and immediately she sent me an agency contract. Dezasseis other agents had refused, as well as a set of ten of publishers. Jay accepted the manuscript and said me that she started to write another book. I followed the advice of it. It passed one year and nothing it happened. I was the half one of my as book, the firm, when Jay telephoned, in April of 1988, with the wonderful notice of that my book went to be published. Bill Thompson, of the Wynwood Press, reads the originals and buys them immediately. Under its orientation, I made diverse revisions and I found a new heading, Time to kill. I find that it was sixth or seventh that I chose. I am not good in headings. Wynwood printed 5 a thousand units and published the book in June of 1989. Vendeu well in a ray of 200 kilometers of my city, but it was ignored by the remaining portion of the world. It did not have negotiation for the publication in pocket book, nor solicitation of rights in the exterior. But it was a first book and the first book generally is ignored. Better things are for coming. I finished the firm in 1989 and I ordered it Jay. The Doubleday/Dell bought it and when it was published in hard layer, in March of 1991, my career of writer gave to a yaw especta to cular. The success of the firm despertou new interest for Time to kill. One is about a sufficiently autobiográfico book. I left to make law, but during ten years I very exerted it to the way of Jake Brigance. It represented individuals, andnot financial institutions, company of segurosou great firms. I age a lawyer of the streets. Jake and I have the same age. My position was of defense in the college times, even so I did not play very well. Many of the things that it makes and says are exactamente what I find that I would make and I would say in the same circumstances. We two have automobiles of the same mark. Both we feel the pressure insuportável of the criminal court, a thing that I look for to catch in the book. Both we lose sleep because of customers and we vomit in the house-of-bath of the court. This book left the heart. It is a first book and to the times it is lost in digressões, but I would not change a word, if they asked for to me.

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