In the tradition of the modern classics The Remains of the Day and A Gentleman in Moscow comes The Waiter, in which the finely tuned balance of a timeworn European restaurant is irrevocably upset by an unexpected guest.

The Hills dates from a time when pigs were pigs and swine were swine, the Ma tre D' likes to say--in other words from the mid-1800s. Every day begins with the head waiter putting on his jacket. In with one arm, then the other. Shrugged onto his shoulders. Horn buttons done up. Always the same.

There is clinking. Cutlery is moved around porcelain and up to mouths. But in this universe unto itself, there is scarcely any contact between the tables of regulars. And that is precisely how the waiter likes it. Sheer routine...until a beautiful young woman walks through the door and upsets the delicate balance of the restaurant and all it has come to represent.

Told in a kaleidoscopic rotation of voices--the headwaiter, the bartender, the coat checker, the chef who never speaks--The Waiter marks the North American debut of an exciting new voice in literary fiction that will leave you longing to sit down at The Hills, order a drink, and watch the world go by....