Slowly, stealthily, they opened Pincus’ door, turning to look in each direction to make sure none of the neighbors saw them. They snuck from his place to hers, tiptoeing like teenagers out after their curfews.
Herewith we begin weekly chapters of an as yet unpublished novel, The Last Hotel, by Sonia Pilcer. Serialization of literary work has a noble history. Uncle Tom's Cabin, Madame Bovary, Anna Karenina, Bleak House and The Brothers Karamazov, to name a few, made their first public appearances in serial form. It’s a shame this form has, for the most part, gone out of fashion. The Edge intends to revive it – with Pilcer’s tales of the Upper West Side in the 1970s --The Last Hotel: A Novel in Suites.
