Yesterday, at the Hotel Clarendon - Nicole Brossard - Bog

Carla Carlson is at the Hotel Clarendon in Quebec City trying to finish a novel. Nearby, a woman, preoccupied with sadness and infatuated with her boss, catalogues antiquities at the Museum of Civilization. Every night, the two women meet at the hotel bar and talk - about childhood and parents and landscapes, about time and art, about Descartes and Francis Bacon and writing.When "Yesterday, at the Hotel Clarendon" appeared in French (as "Hier"), the media called it the pinnacle of Brossard's remarkable forty-year literary career. From its intersection of four women emerges a kind of art installation, a lively read in which life and death and the vertigo of ruins tangle themselves together to say something about history and desire and art.