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thomasgoddard's review
4.0
Bleak Hotel by D. M. Thomas
I believe it was two years ago that I read The White Hotel. I’d look, but it doesn’t matter much. Know only that I read it and that reading that novel led me to this book. This book being the story of the non-movie of the novel, The White Hotel. We are still waiting for this movie to be made. Though it would be best not to hold our breath.
I started out the year with one of the author’s other works. Ararat. I am a bit of a fan of the writing style. The supreme control over the prose that is an inheritance directly springing from his love of the Russian writers. Sweeping themes, large and yet intimate worlds. A novelist of the old guard. The last, I think, before we hit the modern brick wall of disliking the established tribe of arrogant male writers. Of which he is undoubtedly a member.
To this book I can offer nothing short of effulgent praise. His honesty, passion and grief is laid out for the reader adroitly. I have purchased Memories & Hallucinations (his autobiography) on the strength of his candor within this biographical tale. I urge anyone with a love of truly powerful literature to pick up any book by this magnificent author.
I believe it was two years ago that I read The White Hotel. I’d look, but it doesn’t matter much. Know only that I read it and that reading that novel led me to this book. This book being the story of the non-movie of the novel, The White Hotel. We are still waiting for this movie to be made. Though it would be best not to hold our breath.
I started out the year with one of the author’s other works. Ararat. I am a bit of a fan of the writing style. The supreme control over the prose that is an inheritance directly springing from his love of the Russian writers. Sweeping themes, large and yet intimate worlds. A novelist of the old guard. The last, I think, before we hit the modern brick wall of disliking the established tribe of arrogant male writers. Of which he is undoubtedly a member.
To this book I can offer nothing short of effulgent praise. His honesty, passion and grief is laid out for the reader adroitly. I have purchased Memories & Hallucinations (his autobiography) on the strength of his candor within this biographical tale. I urge anyone with a love of truly powerful literature to pick up any book by this magnificent author.
whogivesabook's review
4.0
Bleak Hotel by D. M. Thomas
I believe it was two years ago that I read The White Hotel. I’d look, but it doesn’t matter much. Know only that I read it and that reading that novel led me to this book. This book being the story of the non-movie of the novel, The White Hotel. We are still waiting for this movie to be made. Though it would be best not to hold our breath.
I started out the year with one of the author’s other works. Ararat. I am a bit of a fan of the writing style. The supreme control over the prose that is an inheritance directly springing from his love of the Russian writers. Sweeping themes, large and yet intimate worlds. A novelist of the old guard. The last, I think, before we hit the modern brick wall of disliking the established tribe of arrogant male writers. Of which he is undoubtedly a member.
To this book I can offer nothing short of effulgent praise. His honesty, passion and grief is laid out for the reader adroitly. I have purchased Memories & Hallucinations (his autobiography) on the strength of his candor within this biographical tale. I urge anyone with a love of truly powerful literature to pick up any book by this magnificent author.
I believe it was two years ago that I read The White Hotel. I’d look, but it doesn’t matter much. Know only that I read it and that reading that novel led me to this book. This book being the story of the non-movie of the novel, The White Hotel. We are still waiting for this movie to be made. Though it would be best not to hold our breath.
I started out the year with one of the author’s other works. Ararat. I am a bit of a fan of the writing style. The supreme control over the prose that is an inheritance directly springing from his love of the Russian writers. Sweeping themes, large and yet intimate worlds. A novelist of the old guard. The last, I think, before we hit the modern brick wall of disliking the established tribe of arrogant male writers. Of which he is undoubtedly a member.
To this book I can offer nothing short of effulgent praise. His honesty, passion and grief is laid out for the reader adroitly. I have purchased Memories & Hallucinations (his autobiography) on the strength of his candor within this biographical tale. I urge anyone with a love of truly powerful literature to pick up any book by this magnificent author.
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