If you like those books where the protagonist spends nearly all their time people watching then this might be for you.
On top of the people watching, our protagonist, Edith, is also a writer of romance novels but never seems to have found any joy, or success, in relationships within her own life. Edith thus ends up at the Hotel du Lac during the final weeks of the season with the few remaining guests because she’s screwed up her latest relationship and had to run away while she waits for the scandal to die down and she can return home.
The book essentially goes from monologue to monologue (with the occasional conversation), some are Edith’s thoughts on the other guests, some are letters she writes to her lover, and it’s within these monologues that we are given a wonderful look at people, their lives, their relationships, their pretences and, essentially, their pointlessness. Lots of food for thought if you wish to do some thinking about it.
