paiigeyyo's review
1.0
I struggled through this. Loose plot of a woman having a mental breakdown, no real story that made sense to me. The language was difficult to read and confusing. Maybe I just didn't 'get' this book.
niltic's review
adventurous
emotional
reflective
relaxing
sad
medium-paced
- Strong character development? It's complicated
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
Oh my was this a strange read. I'm not really sure where to begin or end with this one...
The protagonist is a flawed person in a crisis and making some bad and perplexing decisions. The progression of events often feels so inexplicable as to be perfectly realistic to the absolute nonsense of a real personal crisis, but it's also very difficult to get inside the protagonists head or understand even the bad ways she arrived at some decisions.
While I'm not exactly sure how I feel about it overall, I can say it's difficult to recall what positive feelings I had about this book other than a side interest in the medical things mentioned (as per their relevance to my studies). And that's not exactly a glowing recommendation is it? Can't say I would recommend, but I think maybe it's good at what it meant to do? Maybe I will understand when I too become a middle-aged woman in crisis.
The protagonist is a flawed person in a crisis and making some bad and perplexing decisions. The progression of events often feels so inexplicable as to be perfectly realistic to the absolute nonsense of a real personal crisis, but it's also very difficult to get inside the protagonists head or understand even the bad ways she arrived at some decisions.
While I'm not exactly sure how I feel about it overall, I can say it's difficult to recall what positive feelings I had about this book other than a side interest in the medical things mentioned (as per their relevance to my studies). And that's not exactly a glowing recommendation is it? Can't say I would recommend, but I think maybe it's good at what it meant to do? Maybe I will understand when I too become a middle-aged woman in crisis.
spygrl1's review
2.0
This was a New York Times notable book, so I added it to my list of potential reads. Then I could never find it anywhere. Then suddenly a pristine copy popped up at the library book sale last weekend (along with a brand-new copy of The Ruins, which I sent to Bryan).
Layover is about Claire, a woman whose job selling medical equipment involves a lot of travel. But Claire--still hurting from the death of her son in a car accident and now wounded by her husband's ill-timed confession of infidelity--segues from traveling to hiding. Her knowledge of various hotels and their routines enables her to freeload, swimming in hotel pools and sleeping in rooms she hasn't paid for. Then when that stunt loses its thrill, Claire just holes up in the Four Seasons. She pulls a Mrs. Robinson with a teen-ager swimmer, attends a very strange dinner with the boy and his mother, and then presents herself as a "gift" to the kid's swinging single father.
Zeidner's prose, unsurprisingly, often reads like poetry.
"The only valuable thing in my life was my life. Even if it was only sentimental value."
Layover is about Claire, a woman whose job selling medical equipment involves a lot of travel. But Claire--still hurting from the death of her son in a car accident and now wounded by her husband's ill-timed confession of infidelity--segues from traveling to hiding. Her knowledge of various hotels and their routines enables her to freeload, swimming in hotel pools and sleeping in rooms she hasn't paid for. Then when that stunt loses its thrill, Claire just holes up in the Four Seasons. She pulls a Mrs. Robinson with a teen-ager swimmer, attends a very strange dinner with the boy and his mother, and then presents herself as a "gift" to the kid's swinging single father.
Zeidner's prose, unsurprisingly, often reads like poetry.
"The only valuable thing in my life was my life. Even if it was only sentimental value."
jackielaw's review
4.0
“people’s identities are constructed like birds’ nests. That frantic and fragile. So what? Most of the time, they manage to hold together.”
Layover, by Lisa Zeidner, is the story of a woman going through a breakdown. Claire Newbold is a competent and successful salesperson travelling throughout America to meet with customers who buy medical equipment. She is married to Ken, a cardiathoracic surgeon in Ohio. Their much wanted and tried for young son died following a car accident. Claire is struggling to come to terms with this loss and the impact subsequent events have had on her marriage.
Claire is well used to moving from hotel to hotel via flights and rental cars. She likes to swim in hotel pools when they are quiet. On a business trip she swims for too long and misses her connection. With nothing urgent to return home for, such as collecting a child from daycare, she simply lies down to rest.
Thus begins a period when Claire steps outside of her routine. Something in her has shifted granting her permission to exist groundless and answerable only to herself. She sleeps, she swims, she eats from room service. Not wishing to be traceable by her concerned husband she starts to stay in hotels she has regularly frequented without paying, gaining illicit entry to unused rooms. She continues to keep appointments until this is thwarted by others’ apparent concern for her behaviour.
At one hotel she meets a young man at the small swimming pool and considers why she has remained faithful to Ken.
The reader sees the world through Claire’s eyes as she moves through her days. She has detached herself from expectations, become an unknown travelling through who will not be met again. Thus she can claim to be whatever she chooses at that moment and can say what she thinks. Her honesty appears shocking at times demonstrating how censored everyday actions and conversation can be.
Claire wishes to better understand relationships, to find out more about the husbands of women she encounters, the lovers of the men. There is a voyeuristic element to her stepping inside the lives of almost strangers. However disconnected she feels there is a need to be perceived.
Whilst relishing the anonymity and freedom it grants her, Claire recognises that this period is a coda from which she must eventually extricate herself. When the time comes to return to her life she encounters more difficulties than she had foreseen, not least because Ken has become frustrated by his errant wife’s avoidance and left it to her to contact him. Claire is worrying about potential health issues she has self-diagnosed and believes could be serious.
There is an honest fragility to the sometimes sharp but always authentic prose with its undercurrent of grief and subtle need. Through each of the characters the reader observes how precarious even the most outwardly comfortable of lives can be, each individual’s need for validation. This is a well structured and engaging read.
Layover, by Lisa Zeidner, is the story of a woman going through a breakdown. Claire Newbold is a competent and successful salesperson travelling throughout America to meet with customers who buy medical equipment. She is married to Ken, a cardiathoracic surgeon in Ohio. Their much wanted and tried for young son died following a car accident. Claire is struggling to come to terms with this loss and the impact subsequent events have had on her marriage.
Claire is well used to moving from hotel to hotel via flights and rental cars. She likes to swim in hotel pools when they are quiet. On a business trip she swims for too long and misses her connection. With nothing urgent to return home for, such as collecting a child from daycare, she simply lies down to rest.
Thus begins a period when Claire steps outside of her routine. Something in her has shifted granting her permission to exist groundless and answerable only to herself. She sleeps, she swims, she eats from room service. Not wishing to be traceable by her concerned husband she starts to stay in hotels she has regularly frequented without paying, gaining illicit entry to unused rooms. She continues to keep appointments until this is thwarted by others’ apparent concern for her behaviour.
At one hotel she meets a young man at the small swimming pool and considers why she has remained faithful to Ken.
The reader sees the world through Claire’s eyes as she moves through her days. She has detached herself from expectations, become an unknown travelling through who will not be met again. Thus she can claim to be whatever she chooses at that moment and can say what she thinks. Her honesty appears shocking at times demonstrating how censored everyday actions and conversation can be.
Claire wishes to better understand relationships, to find out more about the husbands of women she encounters, the lovers of the men. There is a voyeuristic element to her stepping inside the lives of almost strangers. However disconnected she feels there is a need to be perceived.
Whilst relishing the anonymity and freedom it grants her, Claire recognises that this period is a coda from which she must eventually extricate herself. When the time comes to return to her life she encounters more difficulties than she had foreseen, not least because Ken has become frustrated by his errant wife’s avoidance and left it to her to contact him. Claire is worrying about potential health issues she has self-diagnosed and believes could be serious.
There is an honest fragility to the sometimes sharp but always authentic prose with its undercurrent of grief and subtle need. Through each of the characters the reader observes how precarious even the most outwardly comfortable of lives can be, each individual’s need for validation. This is a well structured and engaging read.
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