After twenty years abroad and his wife’s recent suicide, Marty Burns washes ashore in San Francisco completely destitute. Back in the land of the free and home of the brave he feels neither. Disoriented by culture shock, preyed upon by ghosts from a haunted past, he falsifies his résumé to become manager of a fleabag hotel. Marty scrambles to hide his duplicity while trying to survive the tumult of a hospitality madhouse.
This beautifully-written novel has left me utterly heartbroken. It is one of those books that I dreaded having end... The main character (and all the supporting characters) feel like old friends (and some like old enemies), and I care about them and I miss them. I desperately want a sequel to Marty's gorgeous, tragic, hopeful story.
The prose in this novel is rich and layered and clear. The story is mesmerizing. I want more of this story. I want to know what happens to Marty next.