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"I like good strong words that mean something..."


    I was looking forward to reading this book immensely. Lauded as a classic, especially at Christmastime, I expected this to sweep me off my feet. I've seen the Greta Gerwig adaptation and really liked it, even crying at certain scenes. I found the whole thing really touching and my desire to read it mounted exponentially. I decided to keep the suspense going, though, and leave it as close to Christmas as I could 9with time to write up a post, of course). All that anticipation and excitement dwindled, though, as I kept on reading.

    I suppose that the premise of this book is a commonly known one, but I'll still drop a few lines. The March sisters, Meg (16), Josephine/Jo (15), Elizabeth/Beth (13) and Amy (12) live with their mother, known as Marmee, in a small house, while their father off in the war - the American Civil War, I presume and don't care enough to check. They are not a well-off family because of their father's blunder with money. And still, they have a servant, Hannah, who cooks for them. Their mother is an altruistic soul, helping anyone who needs it. Their neighbors are Mr Laurence, a gruff old man, and his grandson Theodore, known as Laurie. The families s trike up a friendship and much of the book is about their adventures.

    Meg is a pretty, soft, whiny young woman, wanting to live beyond her means and constantly worrying about her dresses and balls. I can understand that, but I don't see why it'd be one's chief worry. She works as a governess to the kids of a rich family in town. Jo is tall and thin, very coltish and wants to be a boy, dressing and behaving as one. She is constantly reading and writing, and her job is to be their Aunt March's companion. Beth is a meek  doormat who quit school and slaves around the house, wanting for nothing and never complaining. She is the saintly one, the shy and tranquil girl, the woman Alcott wants us all too be. Amy is the spoiled youngest child, the blonde and blue eyed "snow maiden" who thinks herself the most important person, who also does badly in school, constantly uses wrong words and can't spell correctly. Each of the girls has a talent: Meg is an actress, Jo a writer, Beth a pianist and Amy a painter. Their characters are very distinct - so much so that it's hard to imagine that they are sisters at all, save for the mother they have in common.

"I've got the key to my castle in the air, but whether I can unlock the door remains to be seen."

    Their adventures seem very episodic, with chapters reading as short stories about the same characters but not being completely consistent as a book. The novel is also very, very preachy. Like, it's so on the nose Christian it made me want to barf. Full disclosure, I am not religious, and therefore the whole thing was just nonsensical babble to me, with Marmee trying to teach her daughters that expressing any feeling but love and compassion is unbecoming of a woman and that they are to control themselves if any other feelings arise. The war comes up too and there's mention of a ma who is content to sacrifice his four sons for his country. I'm sorry, but that's just crazy talk to me.
    
    I suppose this is a nice enough children's book. Well, if you're religious. I'd personally never read this to any potential daughter of mine. I was so disappointed in this book, I can't even explain it with words. I'd expected a pleasant read but only got frustration. But at least now I know. I've added it to the pile of books I'm done with and I never have to think about it again, it's no longer staring at me from the shelf, making me feel guilty for not getting to it yet.

    I should also point out that this is just part one of the story - with "Good Wives" being the continuation with the adult March sisters. The movie adaptations put it all together and I expected to read the whole story in this book, but I suppose not. This particular novel ends with Meg's engagement to John, which seemed rather manipulative. I felt like he coerced her into agreeing to be with him since she was so unsure (albeit flattered to have caught someone's interest). A letdown all around, but at least a quick read.

"Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents."

    Well, Merry Christmas! I am going to read some cheesy holiday books for the rest of the year. Those won't be reviewed as they truly are pure fluff and have no real literary merit. But I love them and I need some cute, festive fun this year - after all the shit we've been through we deserve comfort. And I love some cheesy romance, to be honest, as the books I've been reading recently have all been lacking in that department. (I'm hoping breezing through these will get me to my reading goal for this year.)

    I'll take the opportunity to say farewell to a truly horrible year all around. I've had no job at all in 2020 due to covid, I've been feeling down a lot, and the imposed idleness has been awful. It's also been a bad year of reading as well, despite the twelve months of free time I've had. My motivation has left me sometime around March and returned only when I made myself TBR lists and scheduled posts in autumn - I basically forced myself to read. Hopefully, 2021 will usher in some better times.

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"There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor."


    There are five books in this collections - well, long stories to be more precise. I knew of only one - the ever famous 'A Christmas Carol' that has been adapted in many ways by many mediums - the others' mere existence was a novelty for me. So I was excited to get to it. But - I regret to inform you that I found the 'Carol' to be the best work and the others aren't really festive. The stories offer Dickens' usual fare of social commentary and moral lessons. They can be really depressing, actually. As for their Christmas factor, I equate them to the 'Die Hard' debate - is it a Christmas film or not? I say not because it's merely set around Christmastime but possesses nothing that constitutes a festive story. The same with the following tales.
    
"I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year."

    A Christmas Carol - The tale of a miser, "a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner" Ebenezer Scrooge. He hates Christmas and hates people, looking only for profit in every one of his dealings. On Christmas Eve he is visited by the ghost of his deceased business partner Marley who then sends three ghosts his way - of Past, Present and Future. Being confronted with past traumas, current neglect and future tragedies, Scrooge learns to appreciate people and changes his ways. I mean, this is a classic in the Anglophone world, but I bet there are many people who think they know the story but have never actually read it. Maybe give it a go this Christmas.

"The New Year, the New Year. Everywhere the New Year! The Old Year was already looked upon as dead; and its effects were selling cheap, like some drowned mariner's aboard ship."

    The Chimes - A very depressing New Year's Eve story of a man called Toby Veck. He is a ticket-porter and is very poor, living with his daughter Meg. Nothing much happens here but he goes up to the church bells he admires daily and there encounters goblins that ring them. They show him the future, which is very dark. This story is a lot of philosophizing, an overdone morality tale that is way too depressing for a holiday book. The stakes are nonexistent as well - the trick doesn't work here because Scrooge needed to change, Toby did not. His circumstances are not due to him being a terrible person. I found this one boring and not holiday themed at all.

"Every man thinks his own geese swans."

    A Cricket on the Hearth - A domestic, sentimental tale that follows two families, the Peerybingles and the the Plummers. The domestic bliss is the main focus here, with the life at home being described as the ultimate wealth and happiness. Contrasted with these two families there  is the wealthy, Scrooge-like, toy seller Mr Tackleton whose coldness makes his life bereft of such tender feelings as the members of these families possess. The titular cricket is a sort of guardian fairy of the Peerybingle family. It's a strange little story, thin on plot but overbloated on sentimentality. It also has nothing to do with Christmas, but I suppose they consider it a Christmas book because it was originally published around that time. Who knows?

"We count by changes and events within us. Not years."

    The Battle of Life - Another one of the stories that is considered to be a Christmas book simply due to the time it was published, not because it has anything to do with the holiday itself. The initial plot takes place on a long-forgotten battlefield. Then we're introduced to Dr. Jeddler and his two daughters. It's mainly a "love story" of a young woman who fakes an elopement ad hides for years so her fiance would realize he's in love with her sister and marry her. I can't even... Jeddler sees life as meaningless and silly, and the best approach is not to care about anything, with his friends thinking life is eaither too hard or to easy these days. They all learn their lesson in the end.

"Your voice and music are the same to me."

    The Haunted Man - Mr Redlaw, a chemistry teacher, is our protagonist here. He often broods over the wrongs he has suffered in the past and the grief that befell him. One night he sees a specter - of himself? And this ghost offers him something he crave deeply, the ability to forget his past troubles and not dwell on them anymore. As an added gift, the ghost bestows upon him the ability to erase the memories of all he touches. We are introduces also to the Tetterby family who all love each other, but after being 'infected' by Redlaw's gift they start  deforming and becoming cruel, callous, caring nothing for each other and always fighting. In the end, this could be seen as a story of confronting one's demons, coming to terms with one's past and reconciling the good memories with the bad for they both make us into who we are. Still, why is this a Christmas book?

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"We've quite a ton of crackers still,
to pull, and glasses still to fill!
Our love to you on this Noel -
and till the next one, fare you well!"


    The Tolkien children had a special relationship with Father Christmas / Santa Clause because he actually answered their letters! This is a collections of those letters, written over the course of twenty-three years. Beginning with a letter to his eldest son John, in 1920, Tolkien continued to write to each following child, Christopher and Michael, ending with his daughter Priscilla in 1943, when she is 13 years old. Father Christmas writes of his adventures (and misadventures) on the North Pole with his companions. This is at first only the North Polar Bear - a helper that is more often than not involved in some sort of calamity that threatens to derail Nicholas' Christmas plans. Later on, the cast expands to include: Snow-men, Snow-elves, Goblins, Red Gnomes, Cave-bears and NPB's precocious nephews Paksu and Valkotukka.

    Father Christmas writes in a shaky, spidery script - owing to his old age, of course. Illustrations are included in almost all the letters, detailing the events described and I adore how ornate the pages themselves are - the initial letter, the bright colors, the trailing vines. I was also absolutely entertained with NPB's interjections and notes on the letters, later joined by Ilbereth, Father Christmas' secretary. The illustrations are absolutely wonderful and some of the cards are so beautiful, I would have bought them gladly were they available for sale.

    Tolkien created a whole world in these letters. FC moves house when HPB breaks the roof in his old one. Then there are the Goblin wars that occur a few times, each one threatening the existence of Christmas. There are caves where Cave-bears live and on the walls are drawings and writings that he illustrates. He sends an alphabet for the Arctic language. He explains how NPB let out Aurora Borealis (or Rory Bory Alys) and frightened the reindeer who then ran away...

    Another thing that I noticed is how the times are reflected in these letters. When the Tolkiens moved, the children would be reassured that he is still coming, he'd been notified of the address change. Once he mentions that he'd thought to send them "Hobbits" but realized they already must have a lot of those laying around - the year was 1937 and "The Hobbit" had been published a few months earlier. During the Second World War the North Pole is doing well, but the stocks are low and so the children get what can be spared. He also mentions doing charity work and making toys for children who have lost their homes and families, who have nothing. He really was teaching his children to be humble, caring people.

    I really enjoyed reading this. It showed Tolkien as a really devoted and caring father. His children must have had a magical childhood, growing up with his stories. It's so endearing to me that many of the things we see in his Middle-earth universe started here, with trying to amuse his children - the Elves, the Goblins in the letters. But also the other characters started as stories for his kids and grew into such a well-developed and beloved universe. I have to admit that I cried by the end. It hit me for some reason, the devotion for his family and how they fed his creativity. This little collection made me appreciate him and even The Lord of the Rings books even more and now I actually want to read more.

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"The wonderful thing about being a widow is that, really, you're not obliged to be much of a woman anymore."

    This book was very hyped all over the book community a couple of years back. I remember seeing it everywhere, with amazing reviews. So, I decided to try it out too, convinced that I was going to be blown away. The cover was also very enchanting and I was in the mood for a little mystery. But, when I finally got around to reading it I was disappointed and stopped at around a quarter through. I haven't picked it up in over two years. But now, as I've set myself the  task to read all the books I own I've forced myself to trudge through it. And what a chore it was. 

"I am so bored of the etiquette of death!"

    There was no plot to be found anywhere, just random threads that clashed and did not fit together. It covers eleven months, January to November of 1893. It is divided into four parts, and then each month is marked as we go along. The premise of the novel was attractive but it simply did not deliver anything I was expecting. It tries, and fails, to be too much - the story of supernatural, a religion vs science exploration, a romance and a feminist story. It's too many disparate parts that try to fit together but, predictably, fail. Many things mentioned are not integral to the story, they just feel like nods to the author's knowledge of the subject - see how much I know about the Victorians type of thing. The setting was vivid, especially the countryside where most of the plot is unspooled, but the characters not so much. The insistence on telling us every time Cora wore men's coats was odd. OK, we get it, she doesn't want to be feminine, do we have to be reminded on every other page?

    The protagonist, such as it is, of the story is Cora, a London widow who is ecstatic her abusive husband is dead. She'd married him at nineteen, full of hope and naivety, even though he actually told her he was going to break her and build her back up ("What a thing it would be to have me break you, and mend your wounds with gold."). I suppose she thought that was somehow romantic? She thinks back on her marriage with mixed feelings - she is relieved her tormentor can no longer reach her, but she also feels desolate for she cannot fathom who she is without him to steer her along. She describes herself as plain, dresses in men's clothes in order to conceal her femininity for it has brought her nothing but pain (aka "marriage sucks"). She is interested in natural sciences and collects fossils, wants to be seen for her intellect not her beauty, meager as it is. 

    Her son, Francis, is a peculiar child of eleven who collects items and has a lot of rituals, counting to soothe himself, always carrying on of his talismans on his person. He does not look at the world the way people do. Everything is a puzzle to figure out, he has no use for or understanding of feelings. He is not tender, he never allows his mother to touch him. His father's death barely registers with him, his relationship with Cora is nonexistent. With a modern perspective, we can figure out that he suffers with some form of Autism. Frank is an unnerving character and his plot is bizarre.

"I've never known her happier, though sometimes she remembers she ought not to be, and puts on her black dress, and sits in the window looking like an artist's idea of grief."

    There is also Martha, Frankie's nanny and Cora's companion. She is very possessive of Cora, to an uncomfortable degree, and there seems to be an undertone of an LGBTQ relationship there, but it is never explored. Martha and Cora frequently share a bad and Martha always seems to e touching and hugging Cora possessively. The whole this is muddled and made me uncomfortable. Martha is also a socialist and there is a plot thread where she uses a wealthy man's infatuation with her to get better housing for London's poor.

    The London crew is completed by Luke, a surgeon who is in love with Cora. He was her late husband's doctor and fell for her as he watched her caring for the monster. Her best friend Spencer, a wealthy and kind man, carries a torch for Martha which she knows and exploits to her own use. There's a whole story about the poor neighborhoods there that also includes Edward, a man stabbed by a colleague and saved by Luke, and the Ambroses, the mutual friends that connect all the characters.

    And of course, there are the Ransomes. Will, the priest, the boring and philosophical hypocrite. He is affectionate with his wife and children and that is all well. But his thoughts are all about religion - understandable - and since I am not one of his sheep it was just annoying. His wife Stella is some sort of wood sprite that is beautiful beyond compare and kind and understanding and perfect. The she gets tuberculosis and he gets infatuated with Cora, despite preaching all the time about god and how blessed he is and how much he loves his wife. Methinks the gentleman doth protest too much. Their kids are there too, but only Joanna has some sort of a storyline of becoming a conceited primadonna.

"Each was only second best: they wore each other like hand-me-down coats."

    What little story there is goes as follows: 

  • The people of Aldwinter, William's parish, go crazy thinking these a monster in the Blackwater, the fables Essex Serpent that is come to punish them for their sins. Anything that happens in this year is blamed on the creature and Will has a tough time of trying to reason with them. Cora's interest is piqued as she is hoping to see a new or forgotten species, but the whole thing ends up in disappointment. I had hoped this would be the main plot, the mystery of the novel but it was not. I dare say Cora was also meant to be the Serpent, sent to Aldwinter/Eden to seduce their priest. 
  • Stella Ransome gets tuberculosis and spends most of the novel obsessed with color blue - collecting it, wearing, writing in it. She is very morbid and strange. Also, her death would come just as a convenient excise for Will to lust over another woman, despite professing his love for his star all the time. She raves a lot about the Serpent.
  • The Edward Burton thing is also crammed in there and has no connection to the main plot. Martha's socialism and exploitation of Spencer's feelings for her get a new high here. Burton's would be murderer ruins another man's life in his quest to kill his target. The reason he hates him is a prank and somehow all his hatred for anything and anyone is poured toward this one goal. I don't know, this could have many been an interesting story on its own.
"She began to gather herself piece by piece, beginning at her feet, which she set a little further apart on the floor, and ending with her hair, which she brushed away from her face as if to show off her newly acquired resolve."
  • Martha hates Luke for his feelings to wards Cora. Luke hates Martha for the same reason. The both of them hate Will with whom she appears to be growing closer. I wasn't able to understand this infatuation with Cora as she is neither beautiful nor particularly engaging. Her interest in science is a fad and it is quite obvious she just wants admirers but is not willing to promise them anything in return. She doesn't even feel bad for her "friend" Stella with whose husband she is obviously flirting and doing something more in secret. They all kind of end up hating her, though, so at least that's satisfying.
  • There's also an invalid beggar, Thomas, who features quite heavily despite not having anything to contribute to the novel. I truly cannot see the point of him...
  • In the similar vein, there is Banks and his daughter Naomi, Joanna's friend until the priest's daughter decides she's too elegant to hang out with such rabble. There's an uncomfortable scene in a pub where the girl seems to be groped by drunk men but that is left vague and never mentioned again. She then runs away because of her fear of the Serpent.

    As you can see, there are many threads ad elements that just didn't work for me. The prose was beautiful but distant, cold, and made me simply not care for any of the characters. I'd be the happiest of the Serpent had just eaten them all, wretched creatures as they are. The plot was nonexistent and became episodic, concentrating on one character per chapter. Cora and Will's discussions on faith vs reason were very boring and formulaic, predictable, so that didn't add anything to the overall story. The concentration on the housing crisis reads like a social commentary. But then there are description of medial procedures at the time too. I'm finding it hard to figure out the purpose of this story - was it just a love triangle in a new setting? The novel just seems to be struggling to figure out what it wants to be. The Victorian setting was a bit meh as well - it's like Perry tried to hit each item on the checklist of what constitutes such a novel (science vs religion, industrialization, social class, progress, the feminist issue) without exerting care into making it all fit together as seamlessly as possible.

    In the end, what can I say except that I really disliked this book. The only thing going for it are the descriptions - it was well done and you were always rooted in the place where the action was happening. The plot, however, was pure nonsense. I know there are people who rave about this book - that is the reason I bought it after all - but I would never recommend this to anyone. It was such a chore to slog though and I felt as if I was reading one of the boring novels assigned by my send year Literature professor in university. Thankfully, it's over, though I'll never get my money or time back.

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"A library at night is full of sounds: the unread books can't stand it any longer and announce their contents, some boasting, some shy, some devious."


    The first time I encountered this book was back in 2017. I was graduating university and chose to translate short stories for my dissertation. It was a brilliant idea and the aspect of actually translating something instead of just waxing poetic abut the art of translation appealed to me greatly. Then, I needed a short story collection to actually work on. Internet prove to be my friend and I found this. At the time, due to a time crunch, I skimmed the stories and chose two - the longest one "books and roses" and the shortest to balance it out "if a book is locked there is probably a good reason for that don't you think". 

    Now, with much more time on my hands, and now looming deadlines to light a fire under my feet, I could sit down and read this from cover to cover, immersing myself in the world contained within. The stories are all strange and surreal, enhanced by Oyeyemi's signature creepy magical realism. They are inherently weird, yet Oyeymi's transcendent style makes them all moving. These are bittersweet fairytale-like pieces - and I mean the original fairytales, not the revised and softened Disney versions we're accustomed to nowadays. Reading these pages is truly a trip and an experience that will not leave you unaffected, even if you don't quite grasp what the story is about.

    Across nine loosely interlocked tales a wide cast of characters, mostly queer and of color, navigate an alternate reality full of fantasy, violence and desire. Certain characters show up in stories other than their own, being woven into the others' lives. It was a nice feeling to encounter a character and think "I know you" because a facet of them has been revealed earlier. All the characters have something in common - they are looking for something, for the key that will unlock their past or future, the heart of a person they live, an alternative life... Yet, they are not all perfect and in a lot of instances are unlikable, selfish, unruly, irrational...

    Keys are scattered everywhere through this collection but sometimes - as the title suggests - they should remain hidden, the doors they lock should remain closed. All the pieces are saturated with secrets and center on the motif lock/key question/answer; they contain stories within stories, end usually ambiguously, without resolving the main conflict, so that sometimes the ending feels abrupt, as if you've been yanked back from the story.

    The stories are as follows:

    books and roses: The opening - and the best - story. A sweeping tale of loss and love and destiny, intensely romantic and magical, the most complete of the stories. An orphan is left in the care of the monks with instructions to be name Monserrat. As she grows up she wonders what the key she's been left with opens up. A friendship with a painter and a newspaper ad change her life.

    "sorry" doesn't sweeten her tea: An important piece on fame, abuse, victim-blaming, especially poignant in the wake of the #metoo movement, which made women brave enough to share their own experiences. A disillusioned fan seeks to avenge herself on an abusive musician. Magic is involved in the retribution because actual people are unwilling to help, the comments sampled sounding all to familiar.

    is your blood as red as this?: A sinister and nightmarish story set in a puppeteering school where teenagers deal with feelings and expressing themselves. It's a take on Pinocchio with a dangerous, devious twist.

    drownings: An apocalyptical story of a country ruled by a tyrant who plays with his subjects as a way of testing the limits of his power. He drowns people he feels are disloyal, eventually making the whole country into a graveyard.

   presence: An eerie, atmospheric piece that meditates on loss and how barren one feels after someone they loved is gone from their lives. A couple is dealing with the loss of a potential child that's never even been conceived, as well as with heir own childhoods spent in foster care.

"There were things she'd seen in dreams that she wanted to see again, and one of these books, any of them, might lead her back to those visions, and then further on, so that she saw marvels while still awake."
 
   a brief history of the homely wench society: Another one that veers slightly into the #metoo territory, this time with members of fraternities making lists in which their female colleagues are ranked by numbers that rate their appearance. The homely wenches take revenge on the misogynists by proving their capabilities.

   dornička and the st martin's day goose: A new take on Red Riding Hood, where the girl the wolf accosts is no girl at all, but an older woman who promises to get him his food. The goose that was supposed to be the center of the feast is sacrificed instead.

   freddy barrandow checks... in?: A man is forced to go into family business. His parents work for a weird hotel and want him to join them, though he's working as a nursery-school teacher. Directionless and aimless, he accepts a job to separate a couple.

    if a book is locked there's probably a good reason for that, don't you think: The shortest story and the closing piece. It deals with secrets and how some things are better left buried, some key should never find their locks.

    It truly is a fantastical piece of work and should be checked out by anyone who loves fantasy and magic, as well as by fairy-tale lovers. Not all of them are easily accessible and I will be the first to admit that the point, the message, of some of the stories eluded me. The theme of keys felt a bit forced in some tales - like it was shoed in to fit with the concept but the actual key had no impact on the story. Sill, that did not lessen the quality of individual stories, just made the collection as a whole feel somewhat disjointed.

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"But imagining what might happen if one's circumstances were different was the only sure route to madness."


    It was a shock, a rude awakening, to find that the world was plodding along quite normally as I finished this book. Reading the last sentence, I found myself turning the page, expecting to find more, but there was nothing - I'd reached the end. I felt like I'd been pulled from a trance, like reality snatched me back from the world of this book and I felt disoriented for a few moments. I just continued sitting in my chair, gripping the closed book and readjusting to reality. That was it, the end, fin. I felt tears gathering in my eyes, bittersweet salt water that betrayed my confounded feelings of both joy and devastation. What was I supposed to do now? Well, go on...

    The titular gentleman of the novel is the Count Alexander Ilyich Rostov, a man of many titles, vast riches and, according to the new regime, an all in all "unrepentant aristocrat". His social status makes him a target and an enemy to the people in the post-monarchist Russia and he is resigned to death. On June 21, 1922, aged 30, he is brought before the judges of the newly-formed communist government who, after mentioning a pro-revolutionary poem attributed to him, decide not to shoot him but to have him go back to the Metropol Hotel, where he's been living for the past four years, and never come out of it again as he'd be shot on sight if he steps out of its doors.

    And so he is handed a lifetime sentence in prison, albeit a luxurious one. In the beginning Rostov is determined to make the best of his new situation, though it was hard for him to get used to living in such reduced circumstances. The suite 317 in which he'd been living was taken away and he was to spend the rest of his days in a cramped room in the attic, once meant for the hotel staff. In the move he has to say goodbye to many of his family's heirlooms that he'd brought from his home of Idlehour as there is no space to accommodate them in his cramped new quarters.

    He sees himself as "an Anglican washed ashore", a Robinson Crusoe type, so he decides to deal with the practicalities. Selling a golden coin stashed away in the leg of his old writing desk, he purchases essentials like linens or soaps. He busies himself with his barber's appointment, going to lunch and dinner, and by attempting to read his father's Montaigne essays. These are all the things he'd been doing before, yet now it all feels different because he's trapped there against his will and knows that if he ever wanted to get out, he is not allowed to do so.

    At this crucial junction in his life is when he meets Nina Kulikova, a 9-year-old daughter of a Ukranian bureaucrat who lives in the hotel while her father is in Moscow on business. The girl is very forward and inquisitive, and though Rostov is taken aback at first he soon comes to appreciate her attitude. The two meet for tea, share meals, play games. Being confined to Metropol as well, Nina took it upon herself to investigate its every nook and cranny using a universal key that opened its every door. She soon starts taking the Count on her little excursions and the two discover rooms with hidden treasures, discarded possessions, spy on various meetings, go into all the suites and compare views from their respective windows... The girl leads Rostov through his hell and he begins viewing her as a Virgil to his Dante.

    The Count often ruminated on change, on things outliving their usefulness... He is a relic of a bygone era, a man with titles that dare not me uttered anymore as everyone is a comrade now. All people are equal on the surface, but he notes that pomp always finds its way to the people in power and so soon all the highest officials live in elegant houses with expensive furnishing stolen from the murdered or exiled aristocrats - though the plaque at the bottom of every piece declaring it the property of the People alleviates their conscience. They wear plain and rugged suits in public, but in private they live just like the people they killed for living that same way.

    What pulled me in and kept my attention was just how much meaning and purpose Rostov found in his isolation. Though a Count at first, a highly esteemed guest at the Metopol Hotel and a man the staff addressed as "Your Exellency", he over time befriends these people and they become a surrogate family for him. Marina the seamstress, Andrey the maidre d' with a profound knowledge of the hotel's inner workings, Emile the grouchy cook, Vasily the concierge, Audrius the bartender: all these people become trusted companions and friends with whom he shares a profound bond. After a desperate night in the early years of his captivity where he attempts suicide, Rostov decides that it is time for him to master his circumstances, as his father taught him, so he starts working as a waiter in the hotel's restaurant, The Boyarsky, which brings him into greater contact with the staff, and allows him to meet many people, some of whom will be instrumental in the events to come years down the line.

    He is also visited by his old friend Mishka, a restless fellow who always paced around the room as he talked. A professor at a University in St. Petersburg (later Leningrad) he is tasked with being a part of a group of poets and writers and editors who are to make a new poetry, a new writing style for the new age of Russia. Rostov is envious at first because his friend seems to have it all - freedom, a career, a woman by his side; all the while he is trapped in his gilded cage. Alas, not all is as it appears and Mishka's fate is not a happy one, though I will refrain from spoiling things. May of the horrible things that happened in those tumultuous years are not personally experienced by then Count (this is how his exile becomes a blessing, for he is spared many atrocities) but through the other characters: the Gulag, the famine, the poverty, the Second World War...

    And in the end, the most important character that steps into the Count's life - Sofia. The 5-year-old is unceremoniously given to Rostov one June 21 by none other than Nina Kulikova who is to go follow her husband, sentenced to five years of forced labor in a gulag camp. She does not want to take her child there right away and says she will come for her in a few weeks when she's settled down. And yet, as she gives her old friend, the only person she can trust with her daughter, a photograph of herself and her husband "just in case", it feels like a foregone conclusion that this is the last the Count, and we, will see of the intrepid Nina. And so it was...

"For the times do, in fact, change. They change relentlessly. Inevitably. Inventively. And as they change, they set into bright relief not only outmoded honorifics and hunting horns, but silver summoners and mother-of-pearl opera glasses and all manner of carefully crafter things that have outlived their usefulness."


    Being a father is what gives Rostov a new lease on life. He is forced to re-examine his priorities, to make space for a human that needs him, to dispense with habits that have formed over time and too accept responsibility for someone other than himself. Sofia makes him a better person, wakes a tender and caring side of him and much later, as he reminisces on those fifteen minutes in the hotel lobby where he'd first met her, he comes to the conclusion that all the events in his life had led him there, so that he could one day be Sofia's father. And he wouldn't change a thing.

    And I also had to mention Anna Urbanova whom the Count meets in the lobby of the hotel in the    beginning of his captivity. She is haughty and prideful, a beautiful and famous actress used to things going her way. The two exchange some unpleasant words but he is invited into her suite that night. After their fun is over she instructs him to close the curtains before he leaves - and he is humbled for he was never sent away thus. And yet, these two come together time and again, as her fortunes change and she swings in and out of the people's favor. She remains a constant, a love in his life that he needs to learn to integrate into the rest of his existence at the Metropol.

    The hotel is very much a character on its own as well. "These hotels were built for the likes of Richard Vanderwhile and Alexander Rostov, so that when they traveled to a foreign city, they would find themselves very much at home and in the company of kin." That is how Towles describes the essence of Metropol. It is a luxury hotel that, like our protagonist, had no place in the new productive, pragmatic, practical age. And yet, still it stood, though somewhat worse for wear, and people from all over the world and from all walks of life still gathered there to exchange stories and to make themselves a part of a bygone era. We see the passage of time and the changes in the social establishment through the changes in staff, the slow wearing of the furniture, the changes in the clientele - all noted by the observant Rostov. The hotel is his world and, despite being intended as a way to exclude him from the society, it is still his ever present link to it.

    Despite the premise being very grim, this is by no means a depressing novel. The Count is an unforgettable protagonist that sweeps you along as he would sweep you on a dancefloor. He is educated, a great conversationalist, he knows exactly what to say and what to withhold, his every expression seems natural. Nothing in this ever comes across as contrived, I felt as if I was reading a true story, a biography of a man who makes the best of life no matter what it throws at him. He is a larger than life figure, breathing vitality onto every page, making everything in the hotel come to life. His rebellion is subtle but present in every facet of his life - for by remaining true to himself, not losing any of the qualities of a gentleman he was brought up with, by enjoying the simple things in life as if they were the most exquisite luxuries - this was how he was standing up to the system that sought to squash him.

    The book is intellectual, there are musings on class, politics, morals, friendship, parenthood, life itself, destiny; and yet it never bores the reader because it is also so much fun. A real page-turner, this books pulls you to read more, wanting to find out what happens to our characters next, what will Rostov make of this, how will that impact his life. I got so used to Rostov's voice in my head that it pained me that I will remain in the dark about the rest of his life, as he is still at large by the novel's end. I was also enjoying Towels' asides - the footnotes that broke the fourth wall and gave historical insight into certain events or characters. Due to his circumstances the Count remained unaware of many things going on in the world and this was a welcome window outside the hotel, giving clarifications and context.


"For when life makes it impossible for a man to pursue his dreams, he will connive to pursue them anyway."


    A tender, tragic story that carries with it so much heart and hope, this novel will stay with me for a long time. It made me appreciate the simpler things, made me question, made me wonder about what my reaction to such circumstances would be. Would I be able to make so much of such confinement, to make a world and a life out of a prison? Or would I wallow in self pity, let myself and everything go? Would jump off that ledge from the Metropol's roof? I don't have answers of my own to those questions, but I do have Rostov's - master your circumstances. I feel like this can be applied to what is going on in the world right now as well, for aren't we all isolated and imprisoned due to things out of our control. But what we can control is our reactions. I can only hope that mine might one day resemble the graciousness of the Count's.

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