When we next meet Hannah, 30 years on, her comfortable life with Dan (now a respected Portland surgeon) is set to implode. Their grown-up daughter, Lizzie, has gone missing in Boston and, somewhere in Middle America, the born-again Christian Tobias Judson is penning a kiss-and-tell memoir about his years as a revolutionary beatnik.
Blockbusters can disappoint with their lack of emotional intelligence, but Kennedy’s novels are an honourable exception. By an accumulation of personal history and circumstantial …
