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It is 1984, and Morris Spencer, reeling from the diagnosis of a fatal brain tumour, checks into a crumbling cliff-top hotel on a small island off the English coast, intending to die quietly and unobtrusively, the same way he has lived his whole life. At the same time, two young women arrive looking for work at the Green March. Natalie, quiet, contained and carrying scars both inside and out. Rachel, ablaze with life, mischief and possibility.
And then a murdered girl washes up on the beach.
Morris finds himself drawn into the mystery of her death, but far deeper into the lives of the people around him. There's quick-witted Miss Fathom, perhaps as old as the hotel itself and a source of wisdom and surprising vices; Louis, a furious, foul-mouthed artist; Dan, an amputee ex-soldier who nurses a hidden love, and Lola, caught in the undertow of her past and the secret she has never dared to share.
The mystery is the tide that pulls the book forward, but it's not really what The Green March Hotel is about. This is a book about life. The stubborn, battered, ridiculous, magnificent business of being alive.
It is a debut novel about the all-too-human monsters beneath the surface, but also the play of the light on the water and the ways we rescue one another. It's funny, eccentric, haunting and heartbreaking and a luminous reminder of why, at the end of the day, we keep on setting out our deckchairs in the rain.
It is 1984, and Morris Spencer, reeling from the diagnosis of a fatal brain tumour, checks into a crumbling cliff-top hotel on a small island off the English coast, intending to die quietly and unobtrusively, the same way he has lived his whole life. At the same time, two young women arrive looking for work at the Green March. Natalie, quiet, contained and carrying scars both inside and out. Rachel, ablaze with life, mischief and possibility.
And then a murdered girl washes up on the beach.
Morris finds himself drawn into the mystery of her death, but far deeper into the lives of the people around him. There's quick-witted Miss Fathom, perhaps as old as the hotel itself and a source of wisdom and surprising vices; Louis, a furious, foul-mouthed artist; Dan, an amputee ex-soldier who nurses a hidden love, and Lola, caught in the undertow of her past and the secret she has never dared to share.
The mystery is the tide that pulls the book forward, but it's not really what The Green March Hotel is about. This is a book about life. The stubborn, battered, ridiculous, magnificent business of being alive.
It is a debut novel about the all-too-human monsters beneath the surface, but also the play of the light on the water and the ways we rescue one another. It's funny, eccentric, haunting and heartbreaking and a luminous reminder of why, at the end of the day, we keep on setting out our deckchairs in the rain.
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