Clare is reflecting on her life and trying to pinpoint a definitive moment when she spots her husband Richard, five weeks after his funeral, on a tourist filled street in Havana, Cuba.
Richard, a horror film scholar, was supposed to attend a film festival in Havana with Clare before his sudden death in a hit and run near their home.
Clare has chosen to attend the festival alone and it feels like her way of grieving and coming to terms with her loss, but once she spots Richard she begins to follow him across the island in a search for answers.
Part ghost story, part metaphysical mystery, The Third Hotel is a haunting portrait of marriage and solitude. The story moves intentionally slow with a strange dream like quality and offers up an ambiguous ending that readers will either love or loathe.
Thanks to the publisher and NetGalley for an ARC in exchange for my honest review.