Review: The Paragon Hotel

 This is the third Lyndsay Faye novel I've read, and by now I'm convinced she either has a research team of a hundred, or a time machine. Her ear and eye for varied time periods are that good, and yet she's able to stamp each book with her own graceful, surprising style. 

  In this one we have a gun moll on the run from the New York mafia (in the 20s) and lands in Oregon. In the only black-run and owned hotel in Portland. In a time when blacks were barely tolerated on Oregon, and the KKK was on the rise. And she finds that the inhabitants of the hotel have nearly as many secrets among them as she harbors herself, including a slinky black chanteuse who believes that if she knew all her secrets, she might just not hate her. And as the secrets unravel, we alternately love and hate and are enthralled by the characters.

   Can you tell I enjoyed the novel?

The Paragon Hotel can be found here on Amazon.