Thumbs up for Hotel du Lac by Anita Brookner. Literature.
A quiet woman writer who has acted disgracefully in love is shipped off by her friends to a Swiss hotel. A small, precise, witty, internal book: if you read non-genre fiction, you know the sort of thing, I think; and it is one of the best examples. Very enjoyable indeed. This was my first Brookner but it won’t be my last.
She leaned back in her chair and raised her face to the sun, mildly intoxicated, not so much by the wine as by the scope of this important argument. Seduced, also, by the possibility that she might please herself, simply by wishing it so. As a devil’s advocate Mr Neville was faultless. And yet, she knew, there was a flaw in his reasoning, just as there was a flaw in his ability to feel. Sitting up straight, she returned to the attack.
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