The Glass Hotel
by Emily St. John Mandel.
A wide-ranging circular story with little to serve as a cohesive adhesive. Dense and beautiful in its style and prose, metaphorically rich. Yet. Lacking a certain heart or soul. Told from the perspective of several narrators.
Vincent, a young girl turns woman from an isolated island off Vancouver. Her unlikeable uninteresting addict half-brother Paul. Enmeshed in a ripped-from-the headlines financial scheme. Other interesting characters bob in and out of this ocean of a tale. Snippets of many lives. Never fully lived. Somewhat connected ultimately in apparitions.
Yet. Despite its disparate notes. Glad to have read it.