Daylight Marriage

Daylight Marriage

by Heidi Pitlor

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“Hypnotically readable—absolutely couldn't put it down . . . This book is terrific.” —Stephen King

Hannah was tall and graceful, naturally pretty, spirited and impulsive, the upper-class young woman who picked, of all men, Lovell---the introverted climate scientist who thought he could change the world if he could just get everyone to listen to reason. After a magical honeymoon, they settled in the suburbs to raise their two children.

But over the years, Lovell and Hannah’s conversations have become charged with resentments and unspoken desires. She has become withdrawn. His work affords him a convenient distraction. And then, after one explosive argument, Hannah vanishes.

For the first time, Lovell is forced to examine the trajectory of his marriage through the lens of memory. As he tries to piece together what happened to his wife--and to their life together--readers follow Hannah on that single day when a hasty decision proves irrevocable.

With haunting intensity, a seamless balance of wit and heartbreak, and the emotional acuity that author Heidi Pitlor brings to every page, The Daylight Marriage mines the dark and delicate nature of a marriage.

“A page-turning exploration of unexpressed love and unnecessary loss. Riveting and heartbreaking.” —GERALDINE BROOKS, author of Caleb’s Crossing

“In The Daylight Marriage, there are two mysteries--the whereabouts of a missing woman and the vagaries of the human heart. Heidi Pitlor explores both of these enigmas with equal mastery, merging a shocking crime story with an incisive portrait of a failed marriage. The result is a novel that is fast-moving, emotionally complex, and ultimately heartbreaking.” —Tom Perrotta, author of Nine Inches

“Pitlor brings forth the emotions that surge beneath the surface with the precision and power of a conductor . . . This powerful analysis of how dreams become nightmares will make readers want to hold their loved ones close.” Booklist, starred review

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781616205317
Publisher: Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill
Publication date: 01/05/2016
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 274
Sales rank: 1,144,126
Product dimensions: 5.60(w) x 8.30(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author


Heidi Pitlor is the author of the novels The Birthdays and The Daylight Marriage. A former senior editor at Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, she has been the series editor of The Best American Short Stories since 2007. Her writing has been published in Ploughshares, The New York Times, The Boston Globe, The Huffington Post, It Occurs to Me That I Am America: New Stories and Art, Labor Day: True Birth Stories by Today’s Best Women Writers, and elsewhere. She lives with her twin daughter and son and her husband outside Boston.

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Thirty hours after he had kissed Hannah good-bye and headed off for work, Lovell waited, his chest pounding, on the front steps of a brick bunker, where by a set of automatic glass doors he met Bob Duncan, a short, doughy detective with sprawling black eyebrows and a crushing handshake.

“You’re not a small man,” Duncan said, looking up at Lovell’s face.

“My parents are both tall.” At six feet, five inches, he heard this sort of thing all the time, but it sounded different now.

He followed the detective into an overheated office barely large enough for its desk and two metal chairs. Lovell had contacted the police himself this morning and reported her missing. He had had no idea what else to do. Should he have come out and told the kids that she was probably in the process of leaving him? She had taken off once about a year ago and spent the night at her sister’s, although she did return early the next morning, before the kids woke.

Duncan had already spoken with Janine and several of Lovell’s coworkers and Ethan and one of his teachers, who had seen Hannah yesterday morning. Lovell knew that the detective had talked to Sophie, whom Hannah had called that morning, and even a neighbor, who had confirmed that Lovell’s car had remained in the driveway during the nights before and after she went missing. Wasn’t interrogating the neighbors and the rest of them a little much? A thought materialized: What if one of them had heard his and Hannah’s exchange? What if the kids had said something to Duncan?

The detective had called about an hour ago and gave no indication that he knew anything about an argument. He had asked Lovell to come down to the station and bring one of Hannah’s hairbrushes, “one full of hair, if you’ve got it.” Duncan said that a bracelet, maybe hers, had turned up. A hairbrush? A bracelet? Lovell had thought that this was beginning to seem more like an investigation than a search effort.

Now Duncan said, “Just so you know, we found the bracelet on a beach in South Boston.”

“Southie?”

“Yep. Carson Beach. Be right back.” He left Lovell alone.

Lovell dropped his eyes to the eggplant-colored carpet. The room was still. He had the sensation of standing alone in the eye of a storm. Every second of this grew stranger and more unnerving. He thought for some reason of Boston University and Doug Bowen. Neither had anything to do with South Boston, as far as he knew.

Lovell had given her several bracelets over the years. Had she gone for a walk and, thinking back on that last night, decided to heave one of them into the ocean?

Duncan returned and handed Lovell a heavy plastic bag with a bracelet inside. The silver links, the small amber beads. He had gotten her this one for their last wedding anniversary. Lovell’s mouth went dry. The detective waited, his thumbs dug into his pants pockets.

Lovell set the bag on the desk. “Yes,” he finally said.

“Any reason she might have been in Southie?”

 “I was just trying to figure that out,” Lovell said. “We don’t know anyone there.”

  Duncan made his mouth impossibly small and clapped his hands together. “One of the girls at the flower store? Hannah called her to say she was running late for work because Janine was home sick.” 

“Janine wasn’t home sick,” Lovell said.

“We know. Hannah made the call from Boston,” the detective said. “You look a little sick yourself, Mr. Hall.”

Lovell blinked. “Lovell, please just call me Lovell. I have no idea where my wife is right now. I’m standing here in a police station identifying her bracelet. Yes, I don’t feel so good. Do you have people searching South Boston?”

 “Can you give me your best guess why Hannah might have driven herself to Carson Beach?”

“I honestly--I’m telling the truth--I have no idea,” Lovell said. The argument might explain some part of what was going on right now but certainly not everything. “I assume you checked with her sister? Her parents?”

“We did.”

“I know you talked to her friend Sophie. None of them knew anything?”

“Not a thing.” Duncan cleared his throat. “Jeez, you really are tall. I guess Hannah’s tall too for a woman, but not as big as you are.”

Lovell almost wished this man would come out and accuse him of something.

If he admitted that they’d had an explosive exchange the night before she left, if Lovell admitted that Hannah may well be off somewhere planning her next move, deciding whether to even stay married to him, the police would probably halt their search. If they had even begun it. He would rather have them drag her back home to him than leave her alone out there, defeated or pissed off or emotionally raw and vulnerable in some place that might not be all that safe. Maybe he was rationalizing, but there was no other choice.

“Any other insights you can give us?” Duncan asked.

“I guess not,” Lovell finally said.

“Need you to sign this,” the detective said, beginning to shuffle through a stack of papers on his desk. He handed Lovell a ballpoint pen and a clipboard that held a triplicate form onto which his alibi had been typed. He had been at work during the time Hannah disappeared, save the twenty minutes he went out to grab lunch and the brief time later when he had to get something he had left in his car. Lovell signed his name.

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The Daylight Marriage 3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
Hometown More than 1 year ago
What a huge dissappointment after much advance hype.  Save your money.  Shallow writing, no character development and not believable as a result.
SheilaDeeth More than 1 year ago
One day, one very ordinary day, an unhappy wife and mother left her home and didn’t return. Heidi Pitlor’s The Daylight Marriage explores that day and the days that follow, as Hannah’s quiet, climate-scientist husband Lovell tries to hold together the pieces of his life and family. Police called in to investigate seem to suspect him of dark deeds. Half-truths turn into memories and regret. And the novel’s twin mysteries, of a missing woman and a love gone missing, are told through Lovell and Hannah’s eyes, one reaching for the past, and one reaching from it. It’s sad to watch a relationship so plausibly disintegrate. It’s haunting to watch a loyal woman leave. But the Daylight Marriage weaves its mysteries so compellingly, it’s impossible not to keep reading to find out the truth. Of course, it’s always questionable if the truth will set you free. But these characters, especially the angry daughter, need some kind of release, and they’ll stick in the mind long after the reading’s done. Disclosure: It was recommended by a friend.
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