I relished every page of this book and every character. Count Alexander Rostov is sentenced to house arrest in the Hotel Metropol in Moscow. It is through his eyes and heart that we watch the historical events reaging through the country from the 1920s to the 1950s. For all those years the Count could not leave the hotel. Reading the book, I was entranced to be there with him.
In 1922, Count Alexander Rostov is deemed an unrepentant aristocrat by a Bolshevik tribunal, and is sentenced to house arrest in the Metropol, a grand hotel across the street from the Kremlin. Rostov, an indomitable man of erudition and wit, has never worked a day in his life, and must now live in an attic room while some of the most tumultuous decades in Russian history are unfolding outside the hotel’s doors. Unexpectedly, his reduced circumstances provide him entry into a much larger world of emotional discovery.
Brimming with humor, a glittering cast of characters, and one beautifully rendered scene after another, this singular novel casts a spell as it relates the count’s endeavor to gain a deeper understanding of what it means to be a man of purpose.