As an object of my fan ador­a­tion. Ah, the enter­tain­ment. You have to love Suits, the TV series, and the par­al­lel uni­verse it cre­ates. Someone on the inter­net called it shal­low. Well, yeah, it isn’t Dostoyevsky, but who wants to read Rus­si­an lit­er­at­ure all the time!?

See the Money Wanna Stay for Your Meal

Of course wheth­er a TV series about a par­tic­u­lar pro­fes­sion is enter­tain­ing depends a lot on how untruth­fully and inac­cur­ately it depicts that pro­fes­sion (apart from how truth­fully and accur­ately, if applic­able). Big giggle factor here.

In Suits, law­yer­ing, nay, life, ever only con­sists of arguing with people. There’s hardly any­thing else to do. There isn’t much alone time either. If there is, it’s just so that someone else can enter the room the next moment. Cue Har­vey sit­ting at his desk doing abso­lutely noth­ing as Donna steps in to give him today’s dressing-down.

There’s no ungrate­ful work such as draft­ing, vet­ting or, God for­bid, research. I mean, there is, but it just gets done, you know. Usu­ally overnight. Nev­er by Har­vey, the prot­ag­on­ist, but by unknown divi­sions of asso­ci­ates or paralegals, some­times by Louis. In any event, invis­ibly. In rare cases Mike, the oth­er prot­ag­on­ist, pulls out some­thing in writ­ing which he has pre­pared no one knows when. Mira­cu­lously, there’s nev­er need for proof-read­ing.

Everybody Wanna Know How It Feel

Louis Litt, the oddball. There is no trace of emo­tion­al intel­li­gence in him. He whines about everything, in par­tic­u­lar about how use­less his asso­ci­ates are and how shoddy their work is. And about how his peers treat him. But karma.

Louis, the bit­ter man. But is it any won­der, see­ing how he gets pun­ished every time he is truly kind to someone? (Ever noticed?) Nev­er­the­less, he picks him­self up, dusts him­self off and goes on, learn­ing his les­son on the way, albeit slowly. Not to over­em­phas­ise any­thing, but I con­sider Louis the series’ secret hero.

No EQ issues with Mike Ross. He’s not the com­plain­ing type. Neither is he a real law­yer… yet. When he does have to put pen to paper, he’ll make sure we know the work volume is half the size of Wiki­pe­dia. Because he has eidet­ic memory and can do things. But again: karma. And karma’s a bitch.

Jessica Pearson of Pearson, Specter, Litt in Suits

Donna Paulsen and Rachel Zane are fab­ulous in how they deal with people and cir­cum­stances, each in her own way. Har­vey Specter has mummy issues. Jes­sica Pear­son, wheth­er shes in the show or not, is an awe-inspir­ing god­dess (some­times ex mach­ina, but isn’t this what god­desses do).

I’ll Even Eat a Bean Pie, I Don’t Mind

Back to a lawyer’s paper work. Whatever tan­gible out­put may sur­face occa­sion­ally, it’s nev­er a lot. No doc­u­ment in the entire series is more than two pages, and each one eas­ily fits into a blue folder that can be thrown into your opponent’s face at the con­fer­ence table. Quod erat demon­strandum, because everything gets done verbally any­way. Includ­ing trans­ac­tions.

Also, all talk­ing ought to hap­pen face to face. It gets done when you run into each oth­er at the hot dog stand or on the roof. If you don’t meet any­body there, you may have to travel great dis­tances, even if this means com­mut­ing between the city and Harvey’s home (the one with the spec­tac­u­lar view of that city) ten times a day. It doesn’t mat­ter if all you have to say is I know what you’re up to, you won’t get away with this’ or ‘Okay, I’ll do it’ or ‘I apo­lo­gise, Har­vey. You were always right’. There is no desk work you have to get back to, remember?

Talk­ing on the phone, while unavoid­able at times, is frowned upon. There is no com­mu­nic­a­tion by way of e‑mail or mes­sen­ger. Because of this prin­ciple, there is no need for smart phones. Okay, there was one in sea­son 5 but it was the excep­tion to prove the rule. It was illeg­ally owned by one of Mike’s fel­low inmates so that Mike could con­tact Rachel from inside. As soon as Mike had done that, his fel­low inmate black­mailed him with the mes­sages. Pris­on life, adapt or die.

Ah, the excel­lent enter­tain­ment that is Suits. Best open­ing theme ever, too.