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‘A funny, frightening book that is also refreshingly bonkers’ Guardian
‘A brilliant writer…a great novelist’ Richard and Judy
Northern girl Harriet lives and works on a London estate which is a battleground between the white working class plus the immigrants versus the newly arrived middle class focaccia-eaters.
Unhappy and overweight, she hires a personal trainer who lures her into joining the martial arts class he runs. There she learns the regime of the completely phoney martial arts master and embarks on a spiritual and literal journey which leads her to a hotel opposite the railway station at Crewe, the Weeping Women Hotel.
‘If you like your weirdness with warmth and wit, Sayle’s your man’ Metro
‘A brilliant writer…a great novelist’ Richard and Judy
Northern girl Harriet lives and works on a London estate which is a battleground between the white working class plus the immigrants versus the newly arrived middle class focaccia-eaters.
Unhappy and overweight, she hires a personal trainer who lures her into joining the martial arts class he runs. There she learns the regime of the completely phoney martial arts master and embarks on a spiritual and literal journey which leads her to a hotel opposite the railway station at Crewe, the Weeping Women Hotel.
‘If you like your weirdness with warmth and wit, Sayle’s your man’ Metro
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Reviews
Sayle proves once again that he is no literary dilettante but the real thing
'Alexei Sayle excels. THE WEEPING WOMEN HOTEL is an enjoyable page-turner with a curious plot. If you like your weirdness with warmth and wit, Sayle's your man.'
A brilliant writer...a great novelist
He just seems to keep getting better and better - more supple, more confident and more violent. This is a funny, frightening book which is also refreshingly bonkers. It's meticulously plotted and persuasive.
'Sayle's energy has been boiling over in collections of short stories and novels of immense literary sophistication - books that are also bed-wettingly funny ... With his high-spirited loathing of pretension, he could be our new Kingsley Amis.'
'This is a novel composed of surreal flights of fancy and spot-on comedy.'