Some books are so good that you stay up all night to finish them. With others, like A Gentleman in Moscow, you want to ration yourself so they never end. The unpromising theme of the novel is the assignment to residence in a luxury hotel by the Bolsheviks of a Russian aristocrat — for decades. And yet, within the walls of the single building, the author transports us and the hero not just through Proustian remembrances of things passed, but new adventures in waitressing and even raising an adoptive daughter, all under the watchful eyes of the police and the wicked manager. There is communist intrigue, of course, but also plenty of love, lilacs, and good food. The ending may be a little too fanciful for my taste but what a delightful ride.