![]() Gabe loves his red-haired jazz singer girlfriend, but he has not told her about the mysterious Lena, an escaped sex slave and seriously damaged waif with whom he's having obsessive, guilty sex in the guise of protection. In Brick Lane she explored, with comic gusto and pathos, the Bangladeshi immigrants and British no-hopers living in Tower. Meanwhile, his father in the north is dying, and an illegal immigrant hiding in the hotel has been discovered dead in the basement and is now haunting his nightmares. Ali, an upper-middlebrow traditionalist, follows in their footsteps. Biding his time, he is secretly setting up his own restaurant with a couple of equally unprincipled partners. His rag-tag multinational staff irritate him, his bald patch worries him, and his greasy and unprincipled managers enrage him. ![]() Not surprising, as he has no idea who he really is.Īt 42, Gabe is enslaved by to-do lists that are never done. Up to this point, though we've never once moved out of Gabriel's consciousness, we hardly know him. ![]() ![]() Just over half way through Monica Ali's third novel, Gabriel Lightfoot, executive chef of the fictional Imperial Hotel on London's Piccadilly, has his first funny turn and the book starts to take off. ![]()
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