The Grand Babylon Hotel
by Arnold Bennett
Reviewed by Aaron DeWeese
This statement would perhaps deter me, were it to come from a postmodern writer. It does not with Bennett. I found "The Grand Babylon Hotel" delightful. The story originally appeared as a serial in "The Daily Mail".
What kept me glued was, I believe, exactly that which prompted Theodore Racksole, New York millionaire, to buy the Grand Babylon from our dear Mr. Babylon (steak and a bottle of Bass being only a convenient excuse). I mean to say it was glitz, glamor, German princes, Teutonic blood lines, Hebrew money lenders, Royalty, Power—these things were where the intrigue lay for Racksole and I.
It was a bit strange to read a mystery in which we early on come to know "who done it", but not the why. What a fiend that Jules was! Unlike Racksole, I remain highly apprehensive of Mr. Rocco's future business affairs, as well as those of the nefarious Miss Spencer. Just imagine the gall of Rocco! A world famous chef who would clandestinely embalm a murdered man in the place of his employment!
Who could not enjoy such settings as the Grand Babylon, its deep and dark wine cellar of exquisiteness, a European gaming palace complete with roulette table, a boat chase on the Thames, the Belgian city of Osten. I could not help but make a comparison of aspect and origin between Mr. Babylon and Christie's Hercule Poirot.
I'm glad that I came to the Grand Babylon. It does not take itself too seriously and contains—besides a unique class of characters—quite an adventure. I truly envy Prince Aribert winning the hand of the fair American Nella Racksole. What a handful he will have... Who cares though, with her looks along with her father's money... And, though a bit adventurous, truly she is a sweet girl!
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