Not exactly what I would call a thriller and certainly not erotic (prudish actually), The Havana Room is ok if you want to read about an overweight, white, real estate lawyer (a wannabe “master of the universe”) who faces a major crisis and is forced to slum around with the normal people for a couple of months before regaining all that he has lost. Oh, and there’s narcotic sushi too.Racist and sexist, this poorly written novel ultimately reifies white, male, upper-class privilege. The fact that the New York Times favorably reviewed this Grisham-esque pseudo-noir TWICE is the biggest mystery.