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Sycamore Row (Jake Brigance) Paperback – Large Print, October 22, 2013
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“Welcome back, Jake. . . . [Brigance] is one of the most fully developed and engaging characters in all of Grisham’s novels.”—USA Today
A Time to Kill is one of the most popular novels of our time. Now we return to that famous courthouse in Clanton as Jake Brigance once again finds himself embroiled in a fiercely controversial trial-a trial that will expose old racial tensions and force Ford County to confront its tortured history.
Seth Hubbard is a wealthy man dying of lung cancer. He trusts no one. Before he hangs himself from a sycamore tree, Hubbard leaves a new, handwritten, will. It is an act that drags his adult children, his black maid, and Jake into a conflict as riveting and dramatic as the murder trial that made Brigance one of Ford County's most notorious citizens, just three years earlier.
The second will raises far more questions than it answers. Why would Hubbard leave nearly all of his fortune to his maid? Had chemotherapy and painkillers affected his ability to think clearly? And what does it all have to do with a piece of land once known as Sycamore Row?
In Sycamore Row, John Grisham returns to the setting and the compelling characters that first established him as America's favorite storyteller. Here, in his most assured and thrilling novel yet, is a powerful testament to the fact that Grisham remains the master of the legal thriller, nearly twenty-five years after the publication of A Time to Kill.
- Print length752 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherRandom House Large Print
- Publication dateOctober 22, 2013
- Dimensions6.03 x 1.56 x 9.2 inches
- ISBN-10038536315X
- ISBN-13978-0385363150
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"John Grisham is about as good a storyteller as we've got in the United States these days." —The New York Times Book Review
"John Grisham is exceptionally good at what he does—indeed, right now in this country, nobody does it better." —Jonathan Yardley, The Washington Post
"Grisham is a marvelous storyteller who works readers the way a good trial lawyer works a jury." —Philadelphia Inquirer
"John Grisham owns the legal thriller." —The Denver Post
"John Grisham is not just popular, he is one of the most popular novelists of our time. He is a craftsman and he writes good stories, engaging characters, and clever plots." —Seattle Times
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They found Seth Hubbard in the general area where he had promised to be, though not exactly in the condition expected. He was at the end of a rope, six feet off the ground and twisting slightly in the wind. A front was moving through and Seth was soaked when they found him, not that it mattered. Someone would point out that there was no mud on his shoes and no tracks below him, so therefore he was probably hanging and dead when the rain began. Why was that important? Ultimately, it was not.
The logistics of hanging oneself from a tree are not that simple. Evidently, Seth thought of everything. The rope was three-quarter-inch braided natural Manila, of some age and easily strong enough to handle Seth, who weighed 160 pounds a month earlier at the doctor's office. Later, an employee in one of Seth's factories would report that he had seen his boss cut the fifty-foot length from a spool a week before using it in such dramatic fashion. One end was tied firmly to a lower branch of the same tree and secured with a slapdash mix of knots and lashings. But, they held. The other end was looped over a higher branch, two feet in girth and exactly twenty-one feet from the ground. From there it fell about nine feet, culminating in a perfect hangman's knot, one that Seth had undoubtedly worked on for some time. The noose was straight from the textbook with thirteen coils designed to collapse the loop under pressure. A true hangman's knot snaps the neck, making death quicker and less painful, and apparently Seth had done his homework. Other than what was obvious, there was no sign of a struggle or suffering.
A six-foot stepladder had been kicked aside and was lying benignly nearby. Seth had picked his tree, flung his rope, tied it off, climbed the ladder, adjusted the noose, and, when everything was just right, kicked the ladder and fell. His hands were free and dangling near his pockets.
Had there been an instant of doubt, of second-guessing? When his feet left the safety of the ladder, but with his hands still free, had Seth instinctively grabbed the rope above his head and fought desperately until he surrendered? No one would ever know, but it looked doubtful. Later evidence would reveal that Seth had been a man on a mission.
For the occasion, he had selected his finest suit, a thick wool blend, dark gray and usually reserved for funerals in cooler weather. He owned only three. A proper hanging has the effect of stretching the body, so Seth's trouser cuffs stopped at his ankles and his jacket stopped at his waist. His black wing tips were polished and spotless. His blue necktie was perfectly knotted. His white shirt, though, was stained with blood that had oozed from under the rope. Within hours, it would be known that Seth Hubbard had attended the 11:00 a.m. worship service at a nearby church. He had spoken to acquaintances, joked with a deacon, placed an offering in the plate, and seemed in reasonably good spirits. Most folks knew Seth was battling lung cancer, though virtually no one knew the doctors had given him a short time to live. Seth was on several prayer lists at the church. However, he carried the stigma of two divorces and would always be tainted as a true Christian.
His suicide would not help matters.
The tree was an ancient sycamore Seth and his family had owned for many years. The land around it was thick with hardwoods, valuable timber Seth had mortgaged repeatedly and parlayed into wealth. His father had acquired the land by dubious means back in the 1930s. Both of Seth's ex-wives had tried valiantly to take the land in the divorce wars, but he held on. They got virtually everything else.
First on the scene was Calvin Boggs, a handyman and farm laborer Seth had employed for several years. Early Sunday morning, Calvin had received a call from his boss. "Meet me at the bridge at 2:00 p.m.," Seth said. He didn't explain anything and Calvin was not one to ask questions. If Mr. Hubbard said to meet him somewhere at a certain time, then he would be there. At the last minute, Calvin's ten-year-old boy begged to tag along, and, against his instincts, Calvin said yes. They followed a gravel road that zigzagged for miles through the Hubbard property. As Calvin drove, he was certainly curious about the meeting. He could not remember another occasion when he met his boss anywhere on a Sunday afternoon. He knew his boss was ill and there were rumors he was dying, but, like everything else, Mr. Hubbard kept it quiet.
The bridge was nothing more than a wooden platform spanning a nameless, narrow creek choked with kudzu and crawling with cottonmouths. For months, Mr. Hubbard had been planning to replace it with a large concrete culvert, but his bad health had sidetracked him. It was near a clearing where two dilapidated shacks rotted in the brush and overgrowth and offered the only hint that there was once a small settlement there.
Parked near the bridge was Mr. Hubbard's late-model Cadillac, its driver's door open, along with the trunk. Calvin rolled to a stop behind the car and stared at the open trunk and door and felt the first hint that something might be out of place. The rain was steady now and the wind had picked up, and there was no good reason for Mr. Hubbard to leave his door and trunk open. Calvin told his boy to stay in the truck, then slowly walked around the car without touching it. There was no sign of his boss. Calvin took a deep breath, wiped moisture from his face, and looked at the landscape. Beyond the clearing, maybe a hundred yards away, he saw a body hanging from a tree. He returned to his truck, again told the boy to stay inside and keep the doors locked, but it was too late. The boy was staring at the sycamore in the distance.
"Stay here now," Calvin said sternly. "And don't get out of the truck."
"Yes sir."
Calvin began walking. He took his time as his boots slipped in the mud and his mind tried to stay calm. What was the hurry? The closer he got the clearer things became. The man in the dark suit at the end of the rope was quite dead. Calvin finally recognized him, and he saw the stepladder, and he quickly put the scene and the events in order. Touching nothing, he backed away and returned to his truck.
It was October of 1988, and car phones had finally arrived in rural Mississippi. At Mr. Hubbard's insistence, Calvin had one installed in his truck. He called the Ford County sheriff's office, gave a brief report, and began waiting. Warmed by the heater and soothed by Merle Haggard on the radio, Calvin gazed through the windshield, ignored the boy, tapped his fingers along with the wipers, and realized he was crying. The boy was afraid to speak.
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- Publisher : Random House Large Print; Large type / Large print edition (October 22, 2013)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 752 pages
- ISBN-10 : 038536315X
- ISBN-13 : 978-0385363150
- Item Weight : 1.63 pounds
- Dimensions : 6.03 x 1.56 x 9.2 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #376,742 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
- #1,235 in Legal Thrillers (Books)
- #4,119 in Political Thrillers (Books)
- #13,652 in Murder Thrillers
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About the author

Long before his name became synonymous with the modern legal thriller, he was working 60-70 hours a week at a small Southaven, Mississippi, law practice, squeezing in time before going to the office and during courtroom recesses to work on his hobby—writing his first novel.
Born on February 8, 1955 in Jonesboro, Arkansas, to a construction worker and a homemaker, John Grisham as a child dreamed of being a professional baseball player. Realizing he didn’t have the right stuff for a pro career, he shifted gears and majored in accounting at Mississippi State University. After graduating from law school at Ole Miss in 1981, he went on to practice law for nearly a decade in Southaven, specializing in criminal defense and personal injury litigation. In 1983, he was elected to the state House of Representatives and served until 1990.
One day at the DeSoto County courthouse, Grisham overheard the harrowing testimony of a twelve-year-old rape victim and was inspired to start a novel exploring what would have happened if the girl’s father had murdered her assailants. Getting up at 5 a.m. every day to get in several hours of writing time before heading off to work, Grisham spent three years on A Time to Kill and finished it in 1987. Initially rejected by many publishers, it was eventually bought by Wynwood Press, who gave it a modest 5,000 copy printing and published it in June 1988.
That might have put an end to Grisham’s hobby. However, he had already begun his next book, and it would quickly turn that hobby into a new full-time career—and spark one of publishing’s greatest success stories. The day after Grisham completed A Time to Kill, he began work on another novel, the story of a hotshot young attorney lured to an apparently perfect law firm that was not what it appeared. When he sold the film rights to The Firm to Paramount Pictures for $600,000, Grisham suddenly became a hot property among publishers, and book rights were bought by Doubleday. Spending 47 weeks on The New York Times bestseller list, The Firm became the bestselling novel of 1991.
The successes of The Pelican Brief, which hit number one on the New York Times bestseller list, and The Client, which debuted at number one, confirmed Grisham’s reputation as the master of the legal thriller. Grisham’s success even renewed interest in A Time to Kill, which was republished in hardcover by Doubleday and then in paperback by Dell. This time around, it was a bestseller.
Since first publishing A Time to Kill in 1988, Grisham has written at least one book a year (his other works are The Firm, The Pelican Brief, The Client, The Chamber, The Rainmaker, The Runaway Jury, The Partner, The Street Lawyer, The Testament, The Brethren, A Painted House, Skipping Christmas, The Summons, The King of Torts, Bleachers, The Last Juror, The Broker, Playing for Pizza, The Appeal, The Associate, The Confession, The Litigators, Calico Joe, The Racketeer, Sycamore Row, Gray Mountain, Rogue Lawyer, The Whistler, Camino Island, The Rooster Bar, The Reckoning, and The Guardians) and all of them have become international bestsellers. There are currently more than 350 million John Grisham books in print worldwide, which have been translated into 45 languages. Nine of his novels have been turned into films (The Firm, The Pelican Brief, The Client, A Time to Kill, The Rainmaker, The Chamber, A Painted House, The Runaway Jury, and Skipping Christmas), as was an original screenplay, The Gingerbread Man. The Innocent Man (October 2006) marked his first foray into non-fiction, and Ford County (November 2009) was his first short story collection. In addition, Grisham has written seven novels for young adults, all in the Theodore Boone series: Kid Lawyer, The Abduction, The Accused, The Activist, The Fugitive, The Scandal, and The Accomplice.
Grisham took time off from writing for several months in 1996 to return, after a five-year hiatus, to the courtroom. He was honoring a commitment made before he had retired from the law to become a full-time writer: representing the family of a railroad brakeman killed when he was pinned between two cars. Preparing his case with the same passion and dedication as his books’ protagonists, Grisham successfully argued his clients’ case, earning them a jury award of $683,500—the biggest verdict of his career.
When he’s not writing, Grisham devotes time to charitable causes, including most recently his Rebuild The Coast Fund, which raised 8.8 million dollars for Gulf Coast relief in the wake of Hurricane Katrina. He also keeps up with his greatest passion: baseball. The man who dreamed of being a professional baseball player now serves as the local Little League commissioner. The six ballfields he built on his property have played host to over 350 kids on 26 Little League teams.
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A good trial is when you listen to one of the lawyers and think, “Of course, there’s the truth. He’ll win.” Then you listen to the next lawyer and think exactly the same thing.
The characters are so well drawn that you feel for them all. Some you love and some you hate, but the ending will find you with tears in your eyes.
If you haven't read "A Time to Kill" yet (or watched the movie), you might want to read it first, because it is equally good and this book will be a bit of spoiler.
Without question, this book is absolutely phenomenal! I typically don't write reviews; however, I'm compelled to share my opinion. The storyline so rich with vivid details, riveting characters, and humor that I found myself reading it for hours at a time. I laughed, cried, felt sorrow and joy as I read from chapter to the next.
I highly recommend this book as an addition to your personal library.
Thank you John!
Transporting us to Clanton, Mississippi, Jake Brigance has not yet recaptured his triumph from a previously racially provocative murder trial. As a trial lawyer, he has yet to litigate another powerful verdict. He is a bright, young attorney with a beautiful wife and schoolteacher, Carla, and young daughter, Hanna. They are living in a small, rented home since their beautiful Victorian home was set on fire by the Ku Klux Klan, who remained active in the 1980's. The KKK was not happy with the verdict, needless to say. Jake needs the action as much as he needs the money.
Now it's 1988 and a strange, aloof millionaire commits suicide by hanging. He has planned his suicide in detail and reverses his prior will, which was rudimentary leaving his fortune to his children and their heirs. Instead, this last will leaves 90% of his considerable fortune to his black housekeeper, Lettie Lang. Seth Hubbard sends Jake a new, handwritten will by mail. Based on his past performance, he chooses Jake to defend the will and warns him of the difficulties. It is terse and although, Hubbard's words are carefully chosen, it is maddening, so much is left out. Why Lettie? It is Jake's responsibility to defend the will and he is up against highly paid competition from the children's attorneys. Anytime there is significant money, we know there will be vultures, high emotion and lies upon lies in a good mystery.
Grisham does not disappoint. This is a long novel. He mirrored the monotony of the many facets of the law. We meet Ruben Attlee, the curmudgeon Judge, intricacies of the depositions, discovery and the nasty behavior of the defendants and their attorneys.
Our Jake is centered among the fascinating Southern characters, who all seem to be drinking. There are dirty tricks, surprise witnesses and he is up against a large legal team on the opposing side. He does receive good advice from his cronies and it sustains him, but the decisions are up to Jake. He has an ace in the hole with Lucien Willibanks, his landlord, a devoted drunk and a disbarred attorney. When Grisham takes us into the trial phase, I am once again confident I am not missing a detail of how it actually would unfold. It's my type of novel, it's Southern with the usual decadent cast of characters, lots of booze, a decent main character and, of course, a long-lost relative with a shocking and shameful revelation which pulls us and the jury out of our tedium. You need to sit through the proceedings, Grishman wants you to understand the working of a trial and you better enjoy it.
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Whilst Sycamore Row focuses on an entirely different area of law to its predecessor, it was nevertheless intriguing and gripping, particularly the last eight or so chapters. Throughout the whole novel I had two burning questions: why did Seth write the will in the way he did? And what did he and his brother see that 'no person should ever have to see'? Thankfully, these questions are answered by the end of the book, but perhaps not in the way that you might call predictable. Although there is a lot of narrative dedicated to the trial and what each lawyer says, I like this because I can visualise so clearly what is happening, as if I am actually sitting in the public gallery witnessing everything that takes place.
Sycamore Row may be slow but its plot is centered around an intriguing incident that keeps you asking why until the final chapters. I would recommend this novel to those who like a slow-burning legal thriller that surprises you with its conclusion and leaves you satisfied.

Absolutely brilliantly written. I am usually not a fan of American writers, but I have discovered two American writers during the U.K. Covid lockdowns.
Both writers are very different, clever and brilliant.
Reading this, I can hear the accents, see the people and places described.
I am there, observing.
I have been impressed by the integrity, the authenticity, the focus, the premise, the telling of the story, without the over use of strong language.
I am so glad John Grisham is a new “discovery” to me!
So much to look forward to.
A very skilled writer, no doubt.
I do have to ration the reading....otherwise nothing else would be achieved!


In addition to the anticipated relations, determined to invalidate the Will, whiffs of its potential bring forth from out of the woodwork virtually every lawyer from miles around, all angling for a bite of this irresistible cherry. One would have to be very naïve to imagine that every lawyer was a stickler for legality – you could count on the fingers of one hand those in this litigation who are honourable – but you’d need a lot more hands than that to count those who know no bounds in the dirty tricks to which they are ready to stoop, in order to claim their percentage.
To a Southern USA background, where most issues are reduced to skin colour, our attorneys play their brilliant games of verbal chess – much to my delight. A most intriguing read.

John Grisham's tales always hook you. You'd think that stories about lawyers, court cases and the like would be a thick seam to be mined but would inevitably be played out. Not so it seems. I've read a few of Mr Grisham's books and each one is as compelling as the last. He, of course tends to stick to what he knows. No bad plan that though. But his real flair is in his writing. The characters jump out at you, the plots grab you and doesn't let go. Life seems just that little better when you know you've got a Grisham book to return to later.