I hadn't anticipated how much Towles' novel would remind me of Eva Ibbotson. Not just because of the Russian setting, but because of the gentle humour and whimsy which is such a hallmark of Ibbotson's writing. A Gentleman in Moscow is a fable; even the KGB operate off-screen, as it were. It's as if the hotel acts as a lovely bubble, protecting us, the readers, as well as Rostov, from the outside world. I assume Towles did his research, but I was surprised that the hotel managed to function with so little disruption during the tumultuous years of communist revolution, war, and Stalin's purges. Rostov glides through these pages, unruffled and courteous, charming and cogitating.
If you're looking for a gritty account of Russia's history, this is probably not the novel for you. But if you're yearning for a fun, sweet romp set in an international hotel, with a delightful protagonist, A Gentleman in Moscow will fit the bill.


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