
Hotels of North America
Reviews

This high-concept novel purports to be a collection of hotel reviews submitted by the peripatetic author R. E. Morse. They begin both innocently and darkly comic. After more of the same the confection becomes a bit dry. Refresh yourself, dear reader, from the minibar and resume your nibbling. You will be glad you did, for this is no pre-packaged, assembly-line pastry. It is a prison cake. At its heart is a well-honed shiv that drew tears, if not blood, from this reviewer. Several of the hotel "review" subjects (children, home, meditation) were so lyrical they had to be savored by reading over and again. This went on for a couple of days. I dare say the novel will stay with me for much longer.




Highlights

I was young and poor, and I was bent on love the way a crow is bent on a flattened squirrel

Some people like a bidet, but Mrs Salk said she does not want to shoot water up herself from a spigot that others have also used.

I adamantly oppose the attempt to buy hotel allegiance with cookies.