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The glass hotel emily st john mandel review
The glass hotel emily st john mandel review






Vincent tries not to ask too many questions about Alkaitis’ wealth, even of herself. Then it’s 2005 at the secluded Hotel Caiette, a luxurious glass-and-cedar palace accessible only by boat where both Vincent and Paul work, and where both are shaken by disturbing words graffitied in dripping white acid marker on one of the windows: “Why don’t you swallow broken glass.” Who wrote the message? For whom was it intended? Why such demented specificity? It’s a fateful night for the siblings: Paul quits his job and flees, and Vincent meets her fate in wealthy, widowed investment banker Jonathan Alkaitis, who’s in the market for a trophy wife. Suddenly, we’re in a therapy session for a man named Paul – Vincent’s half-brother, it turns out, a recovering drug addict reflecting back on the late 1990s and how, in the mass hysteria of the Y2K scare, his actions lead to another man’s death by overdose, one of a handful of mistakes that will haunt Paul throughout his life. Settle in and don’t get impatient that is the end, after all, and it takes a while to build to it.

the glass hotel emily st john mandel review the glass hotel emily st john mandel review the glass hotel emily st john mandel review

Who is she? What sent her over the edge? Does she survive? “Begin at the end,” the book opens in 2018, with a woman named Vincent flying over the railing of a storm-wracked ship at sea, her mind reeling through time as her body tumbles into the cold waters below. More: Woody Allen memoir released with new publisher after heavy criticism More: Jimmy Fallon, Betty White and more celebs read books to kids with online storytime

the glass hotel emily st john mandel review

The story is a mix of seemingly, confusingly disparate elements: There’s a Bernie Madoff-esque Ponzi scheme and a charming investment banker nobody wants to suspect a mysterious hotel accessible only by boat in the wilds of British Columbia an exploration of the financially cratering and complex business of container shipping and a strangely captivating art project built on a base of stolen home videos.īut first, there’s a woman plummeting into the ocean. Her new novel, “The Glass Hotel” (Knopf, 320 pp., 3 stars, ★★★ out of four), isn’t as delectably summarizable, not least because an accurate elevator pitch would spoil the act of discovery for the reader. John Mandel’s last novel, 2014’s rapturously received “Station Eleven,” had one hell of an elevator pitch: What does the world look like after it’s been ravaged by a pandemic and civilization has collapsed? (If you have a strong constitution and a dark sense of humor, it’s well worth a revisit now that we’re in the midst of a coronavirus pandemic.)








The glass hotel emily st john mandel review