During the breakdown of an unhappy marriage, writer Joanna Walsh got a job as a hotel reviewer, and began to gravitate towards places designed as alternatives to home. Luxury, sex, power, anonymity, privacy…hotels are where our desires go on holiday, but also places where our desires are shaped by the hard realities of the marketplace. Part memoir and part meditation, this book visits a series of rooms, suites, hallways, and lobbies-the spaces and things that make up these modern sites of gathering and alienation, hotels.
‘A slim, sharp meditation on hotels and desire.’ – The Paris Review
‘It’s a knock out. Completely engaging, juicy and dry – such a great book.’ – Chris Kraus
‘It is elliptical and associative, moving like quicksilver from one thing to the next… This is bold, risky writing, but Walsh is deft with fluidity.’ —The New Statesman