Some novels try to tell a story. Others try to build a city. Great Eastern Hotel, Ruchir Joshi’s second novel and most ambitious work to date, is unapologetically the latter—a 900-page fugue on memory, ruin, revolution, and the unending labour of understanding a metropolis that resists coherence. What Joshi attempts here is not just a story of Kolkata, but a reconstruction of its soul. As readers, we do not walk through this novel so much as haunt it—room by room, riot by riot, brushstroke by breadcrumb.