Author, Mikita Brottman, lives in an apartment block which was once a hotel – the Belvedere. Taking her dog outside one morning, she comes across a poster for a missing man. Rey Rivera left his house one day, seemingly in a hurry, and didn’t return. When his body is found within the hotel , apparently a suicide, it leads Brottman to begin to investigate his death.
Although this sounds like a fairly straight forward true crime book, it is, in fact, anything but. Mikita Brottman tends to veer off the path, discussing everything from missing people posters, suicides that have previously taken place at the hotel, the ways that people kill themselves and endless other digressions during her musings on Ray Rivera. I think it is fair to say that readers will either be exasperated by this, or, like me, enjoy it very much.
Personally, I was perfectly happy to follow Brottman’s thoughts, as they jumped delightfully from one subject to another. Her investigation into Ray Rivera’s death lasted over a decade, as she looked into the company he worked for and the possibility that he was murdered. Like life though, this is not a linear telling of events, nor is it a straight forward true crime book, with easy answers.
This is rather like taking a long walk, along with a picnic lunch, idling along paths, meandering over hills and definitely taking no short cuts. Still, I found this a fascinating read, was very impressed by the author’s style and enjoyed her company very much. I received a copy of this book from the publisher, via NetGalley, for review.