
The Great Wide Open might be a description of the book, or indeed of Douglas Kennedy’s career: both territories are absolutely vast.
Kennedy, just in case you haven’t been paying attention, is a modern man of letters and an international best-seller. According to his publisher he currently “divides his time between Maine, Manhattan, Paris, London and Berlin”: most of us can barely manage to divide our time between work and home. But Kennedy is restless, both personally and professionally, and in terms of style and genre. Essentially, he writes glossy high-end sagas that have a steely literary core. The obvious comparison might be with the work of, say, Robert Harris: books that are not only readable and accomplished but also somehow unsettling.