What a great surprise this book was. After reading several literary duds in a row,
I was thrilled to come across this engrossing story that had me ripping through
the pages at lightning speed. Many thanks to 'First to Read' for providing me with a copy to review.
At the risk of (erroneously) making it sound boring, this
book was like sitting through that (rare) enjoyable history class. The story takes place at the real-life
Barbizon building in New York City. In
1952, it was a hotel for women, boasting some rather famous residents, such as
Lauren Bacall, Joan Crawford, and Sylvia Plath.
In 2016, it’s a condominium complex.
As art imitates life, the building continues to house some former hotel
residents on its 4th floor – residents who date back to the
building’s heyday, including one Darby McLaughlin.
As the book opens, we’re introduced to Rose, a struggling
journalist who is facing upheaval in her personal life, as well as in her
professional aspirations. A resident of
the 2016 version of the Barbizon, she encounters one of the 4th
floor residents on the elevator, Miss McLaughlin, and begins to sniff a story. Just
who are these women who’ve inhabited the hallways for over 60 years? And, what
is this about a mysterious incident that left a woman dead? Through Rose’s research, we’re introduced to
the 1952 Barbizon, seen through the eyes of Darby, a resident who was attending
the Katharine Gibbs secretarial school.
Darby is a shy, introverted young woman, stuck living on
a floor with the statuesque models (re: mean girls) signed to the Eileen Ford
modeling agency. While struggling to
adapt to her vast new world, Darby is befriended by a maid in the hotel. Esme is an aspiring actress and singer, who
introduces Darby to a different side of New York City – a seedier, yet exciting
side, filled with glamour, jazz, and drugs.
Soon Darby is falling in love with her new life, and a new man.
The chapters take turns, bringing us snippets of Darby’s
life, before returning us to Rose’s research of that life. The story itself is intriguing enough to keep
the reader turning those pages, but when I discovered that the Barbizon was
once a real, true-life residence for women, I read the words with an extra dose
of enthusiasm.
If this book had one fault, it’s that it could have used
an extra twenty to thirty pages. I felt
like the author was in a rush to get the final piece of the puzzle out and
shoved all the necessary information into ten quick pages, after building it up
for almost 300. What’s the rush? I wanted to savor the end, as much as I had
the entire book. Regardless, this is still
one of those books you won’t mind plunking down twenty bucks for. Of course, some may argue that you won’t be
getting your money’s worth when you want to read all the pages in a single day.