Amor Towles. Courtesy of the artist

Amor Towles’ Grand Moscovian Hotel

The author’s new novel sees the Russian Revolution through the eyes of the aristocracy.

Amor Towles’s second novel, A Gentleman in Moscow, centers around Count Alexander Rostov, a wealthy member of the aristocracy who in the early 1920s finds himself on the wrong side of the Russian Revolution. For the crime of his wealth and upper-class roots, the Count is sentenced to live under house arrest in a cramped room tucked into the top of a grand Moscow hotel called the Metropol. And there he stays, for three decades.

The Count is a wondrous literary creation—dignified and intelligent, but also weirdly displaced and kind of petulant. As a reader, you don’t know whether you should respond with disgust at his unpreparedness for the roughness of the real world or appreciate that his coping mechanism—pretending that the Revolution merely left him temporarily indisposed—is so marvelously effective. This is a character at once plain-faced and complex, the rare protagonist who’ll live in your head for years.

Comparisons between novels and films are often misleading and unfair to both, but I can’t be the only reader for whom the opening pages of Moscow bring to mind Wes Anderson’s The Grand Budapest Hotel. Like the film, the book is densely populated with a broad and mildly cartoonish cast of characters, it’s set in a beautiful and sprawling hotel, and it’s enlivened with a broad and gracious variety of wit.

But that comparison is perhaps a feint masking an even apter relationship: Anderson himself was very open about his film’s relationship to the work of Austrian novelist Stefan Zweig (1881–1942), who went largely unappreciated while he was alive. And in fact Towles’ book is even more worthy of a claim to Zweig’s legacy than Budapest: Both Towles and Zweig write deceptively light prose that enchants a reader, and both use their chipper cleverness to disguise a considerable darkness.

Whereas Zweig’s fiction always recoiled from the Nazi occupation that forced him to flee his home in the late 1930s, Moscow follows 30 years of Russian history, from the Revolution to the dawning of the Cold War, all from within the walls of the Metropol. Some of the 20th century’s most brutal moments unfurl before the eyes of an inscrutable protagonist who tends toward heroic displays of understatement: “Let us concede that the early thirties in Russia were unkind.” That’s certainly one way to refer to famine, riots, brutality, and the rise of Stalin.

Undoubtedly some readers will chafe at the idea of an entire book that witnesses nearly a third of a century of a nation’s suffering from a sheltered aristocrat’s perspective. They perhaps miss the point: In the Count, Towles has created a marvelous stand-in for the resilient human spirit. Even in rags and imprisonment, he bears himself with dignity. Even if just in his own mind, he is a Count.

Amor Towles reads at FOLIO: The Seattle Athenaeum, 348 Marion St., $5. All ages. 7 p.m. Wed., Sept. 21.

Paul Constant is the co-founder of The Seattle Review of Books. Read daily books coverage like this at

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