There is something wrong with the Vaim Hotel, though The Guest cannot say what, or why he has come to stay. The only other person there is the hotel’s owner, Brita, who runs it with brisk authority and swears she has seen him somewhere before, though he’s sure she hasn’t. As he acquaints himself with village life, eating each night at the restaurant Brita also owns, The Guest begins to sense that Vaim is not like other places. Then his belongings begin to slip away: fishing gear, shoulder bag, wallet, car keys – each loss drawing him deeper into debt. With no way to settle his bill, he must accept that his short trip has become an indefinite stay. Discomfiting, propulsive and shot through with dark humour, Vaim Hotel is a striking new novel from Nobel Prize in Literature laureate Jon Fosse, where everything is as it has always been, and nothing is as it seems.

Vaim Hotel
Translated by Damion Searls
French paperback with flaps, 116 pages
Published 22 October 2026
Vaim Hotel
Translated by Damion Searls
Why exactly I came to Vaim and checked into The Vaim Hotel, no, I don’t know, I just took my leather shoulder bag, put my two suitcases in the boot of the car, a brown estate car I’d bought only the day before, and drove off, I didn’t know where I was going, but something would work out, I thought as I drove along and let the road take me wherever it wanted to take me, and after I’d driven for a few hours, when I saw the sign for Vaim at the side of the road, it felt like I’d driven long enough and I decided to stop there, or take a break from driving there anyway, because Vaim, yes, well, I had heard of it, but I’d never been to Vaim as far as I could remember, and if there was a hotel in Vaim then, yes, I wanted to check in there, I thought and when I saw the sign for The Vaim General Store on the wall of a building I turned off the road down by the shop, and I saw a quay in front of me, and there, on the left, yes, there was a whitewashed building with Vaim Hotel painted on it in black letters, so if the hotel was still open and running I could get a room for the night there, but chances were that the hotel was probably closed, there were lots of old hotels like this one around the countryside here and there that had had their day and were now closed, and there, on one end of the building, was another sign, in similar black letters, but a little smaller, and it said Vaim Restaurant and maybe that was still open, but that was probably unlikely, because there used to be little restaurants like this in lots of places a few years ago, by the shore and inland, but now they probably couldn’t make enough money for anybody to want to run them, anyway most of them had shut down now and were empty and abandoned, but who knows, maybe this restaurant was still open, I thought and I drove up to the front of the hotel, stopped the car, stayed sitting there for a minute and thought about whether I should go up to the hotel entrance first and check to see if it was locked or open, but then again there was light in the windows on either side of the door, so I might as well take my chances and assume the hotel was open and bring my suitcases with me, I thought, and I got out of the car, put my shoulder bag over my shoulder, opened the boot, and took out the two suitcases, and they were heavy, heavier than I remembered them being, and the short staircase up to the hotel felt long, so it felt good to put the suitcases down in front of the door, and then I pushed down on the door handle and pushed the door and yes it opened, so The Vaim Hotel really was open, yes indeed, and I picked up the suitcases and walked into what had to be the reception area and someone was standing there who looked like she might be around my age and she looked at me
Welcome, she said
before I had even quite made it in through the door she said that
Thanks, I said
No, if it isn’t him, she said
and I thought what could she mean by that, had we met before, or had she seen a picture of me somewhere or another, in some newspaper or another, but that was such a long time ago, yes, and I looked totally different now from how I did back then, back then I’d had a beard and long hair, still, it was possible she had such a good memory that she remembered the features of my face and recognized me, and that was a terrible thought, I thought, but probably saying no if it isn’t him was just how she talked, I thought and I shut the door behind me, picked my suitcases back up and went over to the reception desk, put the suitcases down on the floor and I saw that the woman standing in front of me looking at me was already holding a big key in her hand and there was also a rectangular piece of wood on the key ring, it had probably been bright fresh wood once upon a time but now it was so brown and dirty that it was almost impossible to read the number 407 on the piece of wood, but that’s what it said, and the number was burned into the wood, so it looked like I’d have to haul my suitcases up three flights of stairs to the fourth floor, because of course there wouldn’t be a lift at The Vaim Hotel, it was much too old for that
You seem distracted, the woman at reception says
and I look at her hand holding the key, and then at her
It’s nice to see you, she says
and I think what is she talking about, what could she mean by that, the only thing I could think of was that maybe she meant that there weren’t many unexpected guests who turned up at The Vaim Hotel, or something like that, and for whatever reason I answered yes thanks same here
You want a room then, she said
and I thought that the answer to that was probably obvious enough and I thought that it was better not to say anything
I have a room for you, yes, we have plenty of room, she said then
Then I guess I’ll rent one, I said
Welcome to The Vaim Hotel, you’re most welcome, she said
It’s not full then, no, I said
Not at all, she said
How long do you think you’ll stay, she asked
I’m not really sure, I answered
Well, she said
Well, we have good deals for long-term guests, really good deals, she said
I don’t really know how long I’ll be staying yet, I answered
But if you do stay a while, then tell me, yes, she said
Yes, I said
And breakfast can be served whenever you want, she said
And you can have it brought to your door, she said
Just tell me when you want breakfast, yes, and I’ll come and bring it at the hour you want, she said
Yes, at the minute you want, I mean, she added
and I didn’t say anything
But we can discuss that later, she said
Now you’ll be wanting to go to your room first, she said
Unpack, relax a bit, she said
And we can talk about breakfast later, she said
But I assume you’ll want bacon and eggs, she said
Yes, thanks, that sounds great, I said
So that’s what it’ll be, yes, for as long as you’re staying at The Vaim Hotel, she added
And if you want something else, yes, just say so, of course, she said
Thank you, I said
Thank you, she said
and I stood there and wondered if she hadn’t realized she needed to give me the key she was still holding, she just kept standing there rubbing it between her fingers without handing it to me
And you probably saw the sign for The Vaim Restaurant, yes, on the side of the building, she said
and I nodded
Yes, so, The Vaim Restaurant is open from 11 a.m. till 11 p.m., and if there’s no one behind the counter then there’ll be a bell there, on the counter, yes, you can’t miss it, to tell the truth it’s an old sheep bell, we have a cow bell at the reception desk, yes, there it is, she said and she pointed, and there’s a sheep bell in the restaurant, and if you just pick it up and shake it once or twice you can be sure that someone’ll come and take care of you, it might take a little time, but you can be sure someone’s coming, and there’s a menu up on the wall behind the counter and you’ll see from the menu that you can get good solid Norwegian food at The Vaim Restaurant, she said
Thanks, I said
and I wondered if I had to ask her for the key, because it didn’t look like she remembered she had to give it to me, it didn’t look like she’d arrived at that thought, yes, it looked like she wanted to just stay standing there with the key in her hand
Is my room not ready yet, I said
Yes it is, of course it is, she said
Of course it’s ready, she said
The room is ready and waiting just for you, she said
and she turned around and looked at the wall behind her and there were keys hanging in rows and columns on a kind of board with hooks screwed into it, it looked like there were about thirty keys or something like that, and all of them except one seemed to be hanging there, and it looked like she was going to take a key, but she was already standing with a key in her hand and she looked at me
Yes, welcome, she said
Thank you, I said
And I hope you stay for a nice long time at The Vaim Hotel, we have a really good deal for long-term guests, yes, she said
and I looked at the key and then she did too, and sort of realized that she still had the key in her hand
Yes, here you are, here’s your key, she said
[…]
‘A legitimate heir to Kafka, Beckett and Thomas Bernhard, a compulsively readable mystic and one of the greatest living writers. Read him.’
— Javier Cercas, author of Soldiers of Salamis
‘Reading Jon Fosse is always a curious and wondrous experience.’
— Xiaolu Guo, author of Call Me Ishmaelle
‘[H]ow can a novelist make a reader feel so lost and so found at the same time? It is strange. A strange miracle.’
— Sukhdev Sandhu, Guardian
‘Whereas Septology was profound and meditative, Vaim is more mysterious and playful. The translation by Damion Searls is, as ever, excellently judged in its rhythms and tones. The narrative has a folk tale quality about it…. A satisfyingly constructed story, Vaim shows Fosse shedding his heavy philosophical burdens (temporarily at least) to enjoy himself as a storyteller.’
— Rónán Hession, Irish Times
‘Something in the critical self is shed in the process of reading Fosse, only to be replaced by something more primal. A mood. An atmosphere. The sound of words moving on a page.’
— Ruth Margalit, New York Review of Books
Jon Fosse was born in 1959 on the west coast of Norway and is the recipient of countless prestigious prizes, both in his native Norway and abroad. Since his 1983 fiction debut, Raudt, svart [Red, Black], Fosse has written prose, poetry, essays, short stories, children’s books and over forty plays. In 2023, he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature ‘for his innovative plays and prose which give voice to the unsayable’.




