Praised by the New York Times Book Review as "an...affecting morality tale," Jim Lehrer's devastating White Widow brings the reader to the brink of one man's unstoppable, ruinous passion for a complete stranger. Jack T. Oliver has a solid marriage, a cozy house in Corpus Christi, and a job he lov...
With Flying Crows, veteran newsman and bestselling author Jim Lehrer has written his most powerful novel, a work that moves masterfully from past to present and back again to solve the mystery that is American mayhem.In 1997, police discover an old homeless man in the Kansas City train station. “...
�Three may keep a secret if two of �em are dead.��Poor Richard�s Almanack[pg. 27 of mss]R Taylor arrives in Philadelphia for the funeral of his longtime friend Dr. Wally Rush with a heavy heart. Not only has the world lost one of its preeminent, Pulitzer Prize�winning American Revolut...
It is the night of the presidential debate. The election is eight days away. Republican nominees James Meredith, a fundamentalist Christian whose ambitions border on white supremacy, is pitted against four reporters who have just discovered damaging information that could ruin his career. What un...
It was 7:45 A.M. Sunday. He had thirty minutes before his run to Houston, a continuation of a through bus from McAllen, would be getting a first call. She was not in the waiting room. It was ridiculous to think she would be there. She had had a one-way ticket. Even if she did go back to Victoria,...
Mad Severy, the rehabilitation provocauteur, used it as a shock therapy tool. He said to Otis, “I’ve been told you pretty much caused a man named Pete Wetmore to kill himself. Some might say that was a form of murder. Isn’t that right, Otis?” Otis shook his head to the left and then to the right....
Is there a picture there?” “Yeah. Maybe we could get Gable to play the preacher,” said Mathews with a laugh. “No way Clark works in a preacher picture,” Rinehart said. “That would be like Widmark doing a comedy.” Mathews grinned, shrugged. Rinehart said, “I don’t have to tell you that Clark’s got...
There were a handful of student-looking types spread out and about the place, which had the casual look and feel of every college hangout I had ever frequented. It even had the familiar mixed aroma of paper and books, strong coffee, and cheap food. Marti was waiting for me at a table in the corne...
The only good sign was that he was on the verge of huge bursts of laughter, not of tears. There he’d been, pondering the murder of a blackmailing plagiarist with a statue of Benjamin Franklin while reciting bits of wit and wisdom from Benjamin Franklin, until recently the least appreciated of the...