Thanks for that and can I recommend Hotel Savoy by Joseph Roth which I found intriguing on many levels? Of course Grand Hotel was an early film and The Grand Budapest Hotel nodded towards Roth’s patron Stefan Zweig. I’m currently reading Coe’s “Wilder and me” which gives a flavour of being an exile from fascism and antisemitism in Paris hotels in the 30s.
This is a post I’ve been meaning to put together for a while, a celebration of my favourite novels set in hotels. There’s something particularly fascinating about this type of location as a vehicle for fiction – a setting that brings together a range of different individuals who wouldn’t normally encounter one another away from the hotel. Naturally, there’s some potential for drama as various guests and members of staff mingle with one another, especially in the communal areas – opportunities the sharp-eyed writer can duly exploit to good effect.
While some guests will be holidaying at the hotels, others may be there for different reasons – travellers on business trips, for instance, or people recovering from illness or some other kind of trauma. Then there are the hotel staff and long-term residents, more permanent fixtures in the hotel’s fabric, so to speak. All have interesting stories to tell, irrespective…
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