Twenty-something years after The Ice Storm, author Rick Moody is still chronicling the insecurities of the lonely suburban male. His most recent novel, Hotels of North America, is a slim book written entirely in the form of online hotel reviews. (Well, almost entirely: there’s a forward by a character who hasn’t read the rest of the book. Moody wrote the afterword as himself.) Anyone who’s ever used TripAdvisor will recognize the type: the opinionated crank whose reviews say lots more about the reviewer than about whatever hotel they’re talking about. (Side note: writing this blurb made me remember to check in on this guy, who writes one-star reviews of Philadelphia gay bars based largely on the lack of parking downtown.)
Rick Moody
