I’ll start off declaring that novels about dreams, dreams written in novels, manifesting in novels, and dreams engulfing novels (and typically written in italics) tend to bore me, and then I skim. I lose interest with the writer for idly using dreams as metaphors, and subjecting the reader to eye-rolling symbolism. And “Dream” in the title? I nearly passed this one by. But it’s Laila Lalami, and she’s incapable of writing a bad book.
Lalami killed it! In this, dreams are not used as a plot or character device. Rather, dreams are monitored by a corporation that supplies the buyer with a voluntary implant to regulate their sleep cycle, and used to prosecute for future behaviors and potential retention in a facility. Shades of Minority Report, but I’ll stop there. TDH is entirely Lalami. She’s exceptional at balancing a large cast of characters and complex plot.
Sara lives with her husband and twin babies. Sleep disturbance is a common side effect of new motherhood—she has a job, too-- and the sleep deprivation makes it impossible for her to stay refreshed in her waking life. Exhaustion has taken over. She agrees to an implant from a technology firm, and, not unusually, Sara scans the terms of service agreement rather than focusing on where the devil is.
Shit happens, and Sara ends up being “retained,” as they say—"not imprisoned” as they say, in a facility she can’t leave freely. Bad food, low water, and strict rules heighten feelings of confinement, and random petty violations ensure extended stays.
Profits for the facilities grow. And the reader is taken behind the scenes for a short but consequential chunk of pages. Senior staff and talking heads meet and discuss achievements, ambitions, numbers, fault lines, data, inmates, and accountability. It makes us think, and fill in some of the blanks ourselves. The reader isn’t babied with info dumps and exposition.
Cruel guards and maximum monitoring ensue; cameras, hearing devices, and gadgets are the norm. The State keeps records of our risk scores; above 500, you’re headed for trouble. Our algorithms determine our autonomy. If you already have an implant, you’re under closer scrutiny, and your dreams reach their full attention—or, actually, their software’s attention.
A lively tempo and a mix of interior thoughts and exterior action provides a pacey and chilling suspense story. You will madly turn the pages. A hot friction between inmates and guards (and it’s not lame) had me trembling at intervals, almost panicked.
How Lalami does it, I don’t know, but she rocks the narrative. This class of blockbuster book is infrequent and appeals to readers who like to think, not be fed with exposition. Lalami intuitively knows this and avoids TV-in-a-book. The encounters are realistic, and not interrupted with station identification.
TDH explores humanity through inequality and — one side has the power and the good guys have only their wits. They endure intense surveillance, nutritional deprivation, and frightening vulnerability. The friends Sara makes in the facility become allies—except the ones that aren’t. But nothing in this novel is clichéd or cut-out plot boiler. But boil over it does!
If you like eerie surveillance novels--stories of how technology has intruded on our lives—you will sign on to its technical smarts and emotional truth. Psychologically driven and far-reaching, The Dream Hotel is a futuristic nail-biter, but we know it is already here. It renders us at the mercy of things we can’t control, moment by moment. Just the tools used at the retention facility are frightening.
What if every petty law we bend or break or arbitrary rule we ignore escalated into losing the privileges we take for granted? America is already headed toward a fascist government, so Lalami’s story is a horrifying showcase of what we are facing in the present. The Dream Hotel is something that nightmares are made of! Brilliant, confident, Lalami got the "ris."
“If only she could have something to eat or a glass of water, she would feel revived. Had she run a red light…neglected to pay for a parking violation…left the grocery store without scanning all her items? Had her phone pinged near a political protest or some kid of public disturbance?” There were also childhood tragedies and secrets in her family.
Yeah, Ms. Lalami has the ‘ris.
Thank you to Book Browse and Pantheon Books for an arc copy.