The melancholy of the quiet, snobbish, old-fashioned eponymous Swiss hotel is well captured in the following passage: “As far as guests were concerned, it took a perverse pride in its very absence of attractions, so that any visitor mildly looking for a room would be puzzled and deflected by the sparseness of the terrace, the muted hush of the lobby … There was no sauna, no hairdresser and certainly no glass cases displaying items of jewellery the bar was small and dark and its austerity did not encourage people to linger.” “A funny, flawed, but still beautifully written study of melancholy” is how a Guardian critic assessed Hotel du Lac, and melancholy certainly suffuses the setting and characters.
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