Ahh, those fun occasions where you wander into an indie bookstore and leave with an armful of completely and totally obscure books. ‘Oh look, there is a book I have never seen or heard of before. I feel rather sorry for it; it must have no friends… I shall take it home with me!’ Quite obviously, Deadfall Hotel was one of these books but so were another, ooh… four books? Yeah, I have a problem. But hey, at least I’ve read one of them! *is proud*
go to rediscover life — if the things at the hotel don’t kill them
first. With the powerful prose that has earned him awards and accolades,
Steve Rasnic Tem explores the roots of fear and society’s fascination with things horrific, using the many-layered metaphor of the Deadfall Hotel.
Drawing inspiration from literary touchstones John Gardner and Peter
Straub, Tem elegantly delves into the dark corners of the human spirit.
There he finds not only our fears, but ultimately our hopes.
I just don’t think we learnt enough about the hotel by the end – I couldn’t really explain it to you if you asked me tomorrow. I know that this kind of writing device can work quite well on occasion, but Deadfall Hotel is narrated like you’re meant to know what’s going on, and I didn’t. I don’t need authors to get the hand puppets out to explain things to me, but a little bit more explanation would have been nice.