Hotel
Moscow
By: Talia Carner
Released June 2, 2015
William Morrow
Blurb
From
the author of Jerusalem Maiden comes a mesmerizing,
thought-provoking novel that tells the riveting story of an American woman—the
daughter of Holocaust survivors—who travels to Russia shortly after the fall of
communism, and finds herself embroiled in a perilous mafia conspiracy that
could irrevocably destroy her life.
Brooke Fielding, a thirty-eight year
old New York investment manager and daughter of Jewish Holocaust survivors,
finds her life suddenly upended in late September 1993 when her job is
unexpectedly put in jeopardy. Brooke accepts an invitation to join a friend on
a mission to Moscow to teach entrepreneurial skills to Russian business women,
which will also give her a chance to gain expertise in the new, vast emerging
Russian market. Though excited by the opportunity to save her job and be one of
the first Americans to visit Russia after the fall of communism, she also
wonders what awaits her in the country that persecuted her mother just a
generation ago.
Inspired by the women she meets,
Brooke becomes committed to helping them investigate the crime that threatens
their businesses. But as the uprising of the Russian parliament against
President Boris Yeltsin turns Moscow into a volatile war zone, Brooke will find
that her involvement comes at a high cost. For in a city where “capitalism” is
still a dirty word, where neighbors spy on neighbors and the new economy is in
the hands of a few dangerous men, nothing Brooke does goes unnoticed—and a
mistake in her past may now compromise her future.
A moving, poignant, and rich
novel, Hotel Moscow is an eye-opening portrait of
post-communist Russia and a profound exploration of faith, family, and
heritage.
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Traveling around the world has
brought Talia Carner, former publisher of Savvy Woman magazine, a
business consultant to Fortune 500 companies, and a speaker at international
women’s economic forums, to find the stories right within herself. In her new
novel, Hotel Moscow, she continues her mission to save and empower women.
Carner hit the ground running with her first novel, Puppet Child (The Top 10
Favorite First Novels 2002,) followed by China Doll, (her platform for 2007
U.N. presentation against infanticide,) and Jerusalem Maiden (winner of Forward
National Literature Award,) and now shares her passion for social justice and
human rights domestically and globally. She explores the individual’s spirit as
it clashes with the power of religion, social conformity, or political
upheaval. She lives in New York with her husband. Please visit her at www.taliacarner.com.
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Excerpt
PART 1: Thursday, September 30, 1993
CHAPTER
ONE
The plane had emptied by the time Brooke Fielding strode down the ramp
tube of the Moscow airport, her Burberry raincoat and overnight case strapped
with an elastic cord to a wheeled carrier. In the narrow, windowless Jetway,
the two last passengers followed right behind her, men lugging clear plastic
bags that sported the Duty Free Shop logo and were stuffed with cigarettes,
whiskey, perfumes, and a variety of cheese and sausages.
The significance of the moment billowed in Brooke’s chest: she, an
American, was arriving in Russia a mere twenty-one months after the collapse of
Communism. Like a pioneer, she’d get a taste of the sights, sounds and flavors
of a country few Americans had visited since the days of the Czars. Even though
she’d had a sense of “there” through her parents’ Eastern European upbringing,
she expected the experience awaiting her in Moscow would be unlike anything
she’d ever had before. On Monday, when her company’s new management had ordered
her to take her unused vacation days, she’d called her friend Amanda Cheng to
let her know that she had become available to join Amanda’s women’s mission.
She would use her business skills to help Russian women vault over decades of
stagnation.
At the sound of swooshing behind her, Brooke glanced back to see that
the far end of the skyway had detached from the airplane and was closing with a
soft whine. Brooke hurried along, pushed to a faster pace by the two men at her
heels, when a small, triumphant voice inside her burst out. Russia, I’m returning on behalf of all my
millions of nameless fellow Jews lost on your soil. You didn’t destroy us,
after all. She lifted her head. I’m
here.
This was a new Russia, Brooke reminded herself, different from the
Russia that had experimented with its people’s lives and minds. This new Russia
was fighting for liberty, placing the individual’s right for happiness over the
collective’s good, and as it struggled to free itself from bigotry, so should
she. The negative, judgmental attitudes merely reflected her mother’s
prejudices.
Brooke was nearing the door separating the Jetway from the main
terminal when a guard approached it from inside. His eyes hooded with boredom,
a machine gun dangling from the strap across his chest, he unfastened a door
stopper and swung the door shut, locking it, then turned to leave.
“Hey!” Brooke waved, rushing forward. “Wait!”
But the guard just tossed her a blank look through the glass, and
walked away.
“I’m still here!” she called to his retreating back. She banged on the
door.
“They have orders.” The younger of the two men at her heels spoke in
heavily accented English. He wore a rumpled blue suit with a wrinkled
open-collar shirt. The older man shook his head of dandelion-fuzz hair and
rested his shopping bags on the floor.
From outside rose the hum of a forklift and the thuds of luggage
falling onto a conveyor belt. “Welcome to Russia,” Brooke muttered. She
adjusted her watch for the time zone. Seven o’clock in the morning was midnight yesterday in New York. She
banged again on the glass door, but could see the empty corridor beyond. Amanda
and the other ten women executives recruited for this “Citizen Diplomats”
mission must have reached passport control. They would be worried.
The hair falling on Brooke’s cheeks smelled of microwaved airplane
food and re-circulated air. She tucked a strand behind her ear and took a deep
breath. Eventually, someone would let her out; no one got stuck at an airport
terminal forever. She glanced at her companions. The two Russian men stood
motionless, as if forbidden to even lean against the wall for support.
Brooke hated losing control, which had been happening all week. Last
Friday afternoon she was called to an unscheduled staff meeting at which her
investment firm’s CEO cheerfully reported that they had been taken over. His
faux optimism only made Brooke wonder how big a golden parachute the new owners
must have opened for him. He was no doubt making a soft landing into a pile of
several million dollars. She left the meeting in a daze and ran off to the
synagogue for the start of Yom Kippur. In observance of the day her parents had
never honored, she absented herself from her colleagues’ frantic phone calls
until Sunday night.
The uncertainties she and her colleagues pondered on Sunday were
sealed Monday when The Wall Street
Journal speculated that the takeover would probably result in a bloodbath
for the current employees. That afternoon, Brooke and other executives were
told to take off two full weeks, a gambit to flush out fraud by keeping the
staff away from their accounts so they could be examined unhampered.
Not even allowed to visit the office, Brooke would be absent when she
most needed to impress the new management, when her clients would be introduced
to new teams she had never met, leaving her out of the loop. Never before had
she experienced the insecurity of a job suddenly in jeopardy. Her CEO, her
mentor, had betrayed her.
But adding expertise on Russia’s new economy would help her keep her
hard-won executive position. Not only did Brooke have the opportunity to help
Russian women on this trip, but she could poke her nose into business ventures
of this nation untangling itself from a seventy-year time warp. She would
return to New York brimming with new ideas and investment opportunities. She
might even refresh the Russian language that must be lying dormant in her grey
cells; she had heard it often enough in her childhood when her mother and her
mother’s friends still spoke it among themselves.
This trip would be a win-win situation, she had decided that Monday
night.
On Tuesday, the mission’s Russian host had arranged for Brooke’s visa
while she splurged for gifts the group could provide the women they would be
counseling. On Wednesday she had boarded the flight, and now, Thursday morning,
here she was, stuck in Moscow airport.
The foregoing is excerpted from HOTEL
MOSCOW by Talia Carner. All rights
reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced without written
permission from HarperCollins Publishers, 195 Broadway New York, NY
10007
Review: Hotel Moscow was definitely not what I was expecting. It is a book that will leave you thinking just a little bit about what Russia is like in modern times. Most of my reading in regards to this country involves their revolution and then the distant past.
The main character, Brooke's experiences are loosely based on things that happened to the author. Knowing that really puts things in a different perspective. It wasn't an easy read by any means. It took me a lot longer to get through this one.
Brooke wasn't exactly an endearing character even though she was doing her best to make things better for the women of Russia. I found myself feeling sorry for her parents and I could understand their reasoning for not wanting her to go there.
It really challenges the mind when you think of Brooke went through with the other women on a trip to Moscow to teach women business skills. There's definitely a lot of promise and a lot of culture shock, because the way things were done. Its hard to imagine how backward the Soviet Union was in the late 80s and early 90s. These are modern times, and the way people were treated was horrific.
This is a highly thought provoking read that gives the reader a look at the Soviet Union.
Rating: 4 flowers
The main character, Brooke's experiences are loosely based on things that happened to the author. Knowing that really puts things in a different perspective. It wasn't an easy read by any means. It took me a lot longer to get through this one.
Brooke wasn't exactly an endearing character even though she was doing her best to make things better for the women of Russia. I found myself feeling sorry for her parents and I could understand their reasoning for not wanting her to go there.
It really challenges the mind when you think of Brooke went through with the other women on a trip to Moscow to teach women business skills. There's definitely a lot of promise and a lot of culture shock, because the way things were done. Its hard to imagine how backward the Soviet Union was in the late 80s and early 90s. These are modern times, and the way people were treated was horrific.
This is a highly thought provoking read that gives the reader a look at the Soviet Union.
Rating: 4 flowers
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