For readers of Emily St. John Mandel and Ling Ma who like their pandemics uncanny, their buildings hungry, and their realities slipping sideways.
In a locked-down Toronto COVID hotel, former zookeeper Sydney Giles discovers the pandemic isn't the only thing dismantling people; the building itself has started to take them apart. Once a Senior Primate Keeper with a uniform, a husband, and a life of feeding schedules, she's now a number on a shelter intake list-until the city moves her into a requisitioned hotel on the Esplanade.
There, reality glitches. The smell of bleach turns to jasmine and wet earth. Security guards shimmer into saffron-robed monks. In the basement laundry, a dehydrated elephant waits for rain. As lockdown tightens and residents begin to starve, Sydney realizes she isn't just losing her mind-she's remembering someone else's life, a prince who left his palace to understand suffering.
Guided by an eccentric conspiracy theorist and hunted by a bureaucrat who might be a demon, Sydney must use her keeper's training to survive a new kind of enclosure. The hotel isn't just a shelter; it's a pressure cooker for the soul.
A haunting, lyrical pandemic novella for readers of quiet, character-driven speculative fiction like Station Eleven and The Employees.