My name is Jack Legare. I live in a small, weather-beaten cape near the end of Dock Street in Hale Harbor, Rhode Island. The roof is new. But the weather shingles date back to the 1950s, and I bet half of them blow away the next time a hurricane comes storming up the...
“Do you know where I am?” “It’s three in the morning,” croaks Son, his voice raspy from sleep. “I make it … twenty-two minutes after three … London time.” Dad is calm, his voice commanding. His accent hints of a childhood down south. He is standing outside on the...
These days, when I'm not speaking about Mr. President or The Trust, I'm working on two projects. The first is a non-fiction book, which reads like a corporate version of Cane and Abel. Although this time—the two men run afoul of the Department of...
I had a great time with my new friends from the Barrington Book Club last Thursday. We discussed The Trust, fiscal malfeasance, you name. Many thanks for the warm welcome. Personally–I’m beginning to think that “book clubs” are a good excuse to...
Rhode Island has great independent bookstores. Wakefield Books is one of them–a terrific destination for anyone living in South County. The store is also in my home court. During the summer, I spent an afternoon signing copies of The Trust. Here's a...
The New York Times describes my novels as “money porn,” “a red-hot franchise,” and “glittery thrillers about fiscal malfeasance.” Through fiction I explore the dark side of money and the motivations of those who have it, want more, and will steamroll anybody who gets in their way.