The text from my son said it all: “Dad, there’s an article you were born to write that the world is finally ready for: Bring Back the Handkerchief!” As my son knows, there’s no “bring back” for me. For me, the handkerchief never left.

The Trump tax return case is shortly arriving at the high court, and Trump appointees could try to protect him. But more likely, Chief Justice Roberts will kick the can down the road—past the election.

That sage observation comes from Scott Turow’s new legal thriller “The Last Trial,” whose characters have done some rotten things in their personal, calendar-proof fogs. They don’t grasp that they’re clouding their future and turning their legacies into smoke, as the book, set for a Tuesday, May 12 release, lays out dramatically.

Every reader has a guilty pleasure. For me it has always been courtroom fiction. Granted, this led me to frustration because I would read many courtroom novels only to become irritated over the author’s inaccuracies compared to the real-life courtrooms where I worked. This ended one sunny afternoon in Reno, Nevada, when discussing author John […]

Scott Turow is back, and not surprisingly, so is Sandy Stern. The brilliant defense lawyer character, who is 85 and feeling every one of those years in “The Last Trial,” has almost always made an appearance in all nine of Turow’s books set in Kindle County, his fictional Midwestern creation.

Defense attorney Alejandro “Sandy” Stern knows that “everything ends, of course. Life ends and thus all beforehand.” But even so, letting go is never easy.