Despite the fact that in The Glass Hotel many of the characters’ disparate narrative arcs eventually converge into a web of interconnected stories, feelings of alienation pervade almost every character, many of whom suffer from isolation of both a psychological and physical sort. Sentenced to 170 years in prison for orchestrating a massive Ponzi scheme, Jonathan Alkaitis is fated to spend the rest of his days behind the figurative and literal bars of incarceration. Paul, meanwhile, is alienated by his depression, social awkwardness, and struggles with addiction. After their lives fall apart when they lose all the savings they invested in Alkaitis’s fraudulent scheme, Leon Prevant, a former shipping executive, and his wife, Marie, are forced to spend their golden years living in an RV, cut off from the social world that had formerly provided the Prevants with the comfort of being bound to something bigger. The Glass Hotel explores what happens when people become isolated from the social networks and systems they rely on to give their lives meaning, direction, and safety. While mental and literal isolation causes suffering for many characters, it also presents them with an opportunity to consider themselves clearly, unobstructed by life’s distractions, and obtain a better sense of themselves and their purposes. In this way, The Glass Hotel positions social life and material objects as distractions that distance people from understanding themselves and the world around them. Ironically, then, it is only through physical and psychological isolation that a person can begin to understand themselves and their relationships to others.
After losing everything to Jonathan Alkaitis’s Ponzi scheme, former investors like the Prevants become uprooted and isolated from their former life. Although living “adrift” comes with loneliness and uncertainty, it also allows the Prevants to reflect on their relationship to and reliance on other people through an unobscured lens. During Alkaitis’s sentencing in 2009, one investor comments that Alkaitis “made you feel like you were joining a secret club.” When Leon Prevant reads the hearing transcript, he agrees with this sentiment, elaborating on it to claim, too, that Alkaitis’s great skill was making people crave his acceptance. Thus Alkaitis’s skill was to use people’s innate desire to run from loneliness—to be accepted by others—to distract them from the sketchy aspects of his fund. And it worked: by preying on people’s insecurities, Alkaitis could make otherwise sensible people like Leon Prevant willing to let their guard down and take a chance on him. But after bankruptcy leaves the Prevants without a home, they are forced to live a transient, haphazard existence, traversing the country in an RV and existing in what Leon refers to as a “shadow country,” a world of suffering, impoverished drifters who exist on the periphery of society. In the “shadow country,” the Prevants no longer have the option to be bewitched by charm and the desire for social acceptance. Their priority becomes survival.
Vincent’s death at sea, which frames the novel, is arguably the ultimate form of isolation, and it’s in this final transformation that she achieves the most clarity about the things that haunt her throughout her life. Although Vincent achieves a contentedness in the independent, detached lifestyle her seafaring job affords her, it’s only in death that she arrives at concrete answers about the question that has pained her most over the course of her life: whether her mother’s death by drowning was intentional or accidental. In the novel’s final moments, as snippets of Vincent’s life pass before her eyes, she arrives at the shoreline in Caiette and sees her mother there. In that moment, as though by intuition, Vincent comes to the realization that her mother’s death was accidental. “She would never have left me on purpose,” Vincent thinks to herself. “She was always here. This was always home.” Vincent’s repetition of the word “always” suggests that this truth about her mother’s death has “always” existed. It implies that Vincent’s failure to uncover the truth was not because the truth wasn’t there, but because Vincent was too distracted to recognize the truth. Vincent moved from place to place, person to person, and job to job throughout her life, using these external things to dull the pain of her mother’s death and the uncertainty that surrounded it. The time she spent with Jonathan in the “kingdom of money,” too, provided Vincent with material preoccupations that stood in the way of her internalizing and coming to terms with her mother’s death. When Vincent dies, though, she’s separated from the entirety of the world and its distractions, and it’s only then that this intuitive knowledge of her mother’s death is able to come to her: that she can see her mother in her final moments clearly.
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Alienation and Self-Knowledge Quotes in The Glass Hotel
I don’t hate Vincent, he told himself, Vincent has never been the problem, I have never hated Vincent, I have only ever hated the idea of Vincent.
It was a new century. If he could survive the ghost of Charlie Wu, he could survive anything. It had rained at some point in the night and the sidewalks were gleaming, water reflecting the morning’s first light.
“Very few people who go to the wilderness actually want to experience the wilderness. Almost no one.” Raphael leaned back in his chair with a little smile, presumably hoping that Walter might ask what he meant, but Walter waited him out. “At least, not the people who stay in five-star hotels,” Raphael said. “Our guests in Caiette want to come to the wilderness, but they don’t want to be in the wilderness. They just want to look at it, ideally through the window of a luxury hotel. They want to be wilderness-adjacent. The point here—” he touched the white star with one finger, and Walter admired his manicure—“is extraordinary luxury in an unexpected setting. There’s an element of surrealism to it, frankly. It’s a five-star experience in a place where your cell phone doesn’t work.”
Sanity depends on order.
In her hotel days, Vincent had always associated money with privacy—the wealthiest hotel guests have the most space around them, suites instead of rooms, private terraces, access to executive lounges—but in actuality, the deeper you go into the kingdom of money, the more crowded it gets, people around you in your home all the time, which is why Vincent only swam at night.
“The point is she raised herself into a new life by sheer force of will,” Vincent’s mother had said, and Vincent wondered even at the time—she would have been about eleven—what that statement might suggest about how happy Vincent’s mother was about the way her own life had gone, this woman who’d imagined writing poetry in the wilderness but somehow found herself sunk in the mundane difficulties of raising a child and running a household in the wilderness instead. There’s the idea of wilderness, and then there’s the unglamorous labor of it, the never-ending grind of securing firewood; bringing in groceries over absurd distances; tending the vegetable garden and maintaining the fences that keep the deer from eating all the vegetables; […] managing the seething resentment of your only child who doesn’t understand your love of the wilderness and asks every week why you can’t just live in a normal place that isn’t wilderness; etc.”
Ghosts of Vincent’s earlier selves flocked around the table and stared at the beautiful clothes she was wearing.
One of our signature flaws as a species: will risk almost anything to avoid looking stupid.
But they were citizens of a shadow country that in his previous life he’d only dimly perceived, a country located at the edge of an abyss. He’d been aware of the shadowland forever, of course. He’d seen its more obvious outposts: shelters fashioned from cardboard under overpasses, tents glimpsed in the bushes alongside expressways, houses with boarded-up doors but a light shining in an upstairs window. He’d always been vaguely aware of its citizens, people who’d slipped beneath the surface of society, into a territory without comfort or room for error; they hitchhiked on roads with their worldly belongings in backpacks, they collected cans on the streets of cities, they stood on the Strip in Las Vegas wearing T-shirts that said GIRLS TO YOUR ROOM IN 20 MINUTES, they were the girls in the room. He’d seen the shadow country, its outskirts and signs, he’d just never thought he’d have anything to do with it.
There are so many ways to haunt a person, or a life.