Yesterday, at the Hotel Clarendon

by Nicole Brossard

"Carla Carlson is at the Hotel Clarendon in Quebec City trying to finish a novel. Nearby, a woman, preoccupied with grief, 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 Nicole Brossard's remarkable forty-year literary career. From its intersection of four women emerges a kind of art installation, a lively and beguiling read in which life and death and the vertigo of ruins tangle themselves together."--BOOK JACKET.