The Lonely Hearts Hotel is a love story with the power of legend. An unparalleled tale of charismatic pianos, invisible dance partners, radicalized chorus girls, drug-addicted musicians, brooding clowns, and an underworld whose economy hinges on the price of a kiss. In a landscape like this, it takes great creative gifts to thwart one’s origins. It might also take true love.
Two babies are abandoned
in a Montreal orphanage in the winter of 1914. Before long, their
talents emerge: Pierrot is a piano prodigy; Rose lights up even the
dreariest room with her dancing and comedy. As they travel around the
city performing clown routines, the children fall in love with each
other and dream up a plan for the most extraordinary and seductive
circus show the world has ever seen.
Separated as teenagers,
sent off to work as servants during the Great Depression, both descend
into the city’s underworld, dabbling in sex, drugs and theft in order to
survive. But when Rose and Pierrot finally reunite beneath the
snowflakes – after years of searching and desperate poverty – the
possibilities of their childhood dreams are renewed, and they’ll go to
extreme lengths to make them come true. Soon, Rose, Pierrot and their
troupe of clowns and chorus girls have hit New York, commanding the
stage as well as the alleys, and neither the theater nor the underworld
will ever look the same.
I have to say that this book was heartbreaking to read at times and the ending just about killed me. I'm still pondering it and feeling upset, so all in all, a sign of a good book.