As a setting, the hotel is a dream and a lie, an escape and trap. Far more depressing than the murder in Lolita<\/em> is the endless grind of motel nights afterward, in which Humbert Humbert makes his teenage victim his wife. Over and over, Lo\u2019s stepfather subjects her to a false home, a false family, and a nightmare of domestic bliss.<\/p>\n Daphne du Maurier\u2019s eponymous Jamaica Inn<\/em> is a funhouse mirror to Rebecca<\/em>\u2019s gorgeous Manderley. Rebecca<\/em> unfolds on an estate haunted by a deceased beauty; Jamaica Inn is a gloomy ruin dominated by a pirate of a man.<\/p>\n Writers like hotels for the same reason that we like ships and islands. They are visualizations of an unconventional psyche, un-pin-downable, and out of bounds. Often it\u2019s a rotten psyche, but sometimes it\u2019s promising and magical.<\/p>\n In 1908, E.M. Forster\u2019s A Room with a View<\/em> laid the foundations for a new kind of novel about women: the geographical journey as the search for love. A Room with a View<\/em> features the Pensione Bertolini in Florence, where a moneyed English daughter travels and meets men outside of her class and culture. The book\u2019s focus on women\u2019s expanding freedoms makes it an important literary ancestor to many female travel memoirs today, including Wild<\/em>, Under the Tuscan Sun<\/em>, and Eat, Pray, Love<\/em>.<\/p>\n Stephen Millhauser\u2019s 1997 Pulitzer-winning Martin Dressler<\/em> depicts the rise and fall of a New World entrepreneur who erects the Grand Cosmo, a magnificent hotel complete with artificial moonlight and a rollercoaster inside. Amor Towles\u2019 bestselling A Gentleman in Moscow<\/em> introduces a count whose Bolshevik government has sentenced him to house arrest at the luxury Hotel Metropol. The Metropol symbolizes the elegant world that Count Rostov has lost; it is also his prison.<\/p>\n If the hotel is shadow self to the house, the grand hotel is the shadow self to the castle, its opulence a commentary on ephemeral forms of human wealth\u2014beauty, fame, brilliance, and romantic love.<\/p>\n In our late twenties, my husband and I got jobs in downtown Los Angeles, I at an art museum and he at the historic Millennium Biltmore. On lunch breaks, he would take me inside the hotel\u2019s back rooms and staircases. The Biltmore\u2019s Renaissance-revival building dates back to the 1923, when it was the largest hotel west of Chicago. Marble floors, wood-beamed ceilings, frescoes, and glittering ballrooms made the Biltmore a centerpiece of Hollywood culture. It hosted the Oscars in the 1930s and 1940s. It hosted Kennedy before the 1960 Democratic convention.<\/p>\n In 2001 we were a young blond couple in a suit and a summer dress, riding the golden elevators, passing the stone angels, peering at photos of long-lost balls, and hoping for our chance.<\/p>\n We knew we were glorious and ridiculous and also not alone. Year after year, the young and talented from all over the world descend on the City of Angels to reinvent themselves, or to die trying. No metropolis carries the fairy tale transformation quite so sunnily and darkly as the home of stars and victims like Natalie Wood and the Black Dahlia.<\/p>\n And nowhere evokes the city\u2019s unique power as its famous hotels: the Chateau Marmont, the Beverly Hills Hotel, the Hollywood Roosevelt, the Hotel Bel-Air, the Biltmore.<\/p>\n During our lunch breaks, the Biltmore lodged in my imagination as a personal chrysalis where reality and wish cohabitated, and when I returned to it in fiction decades later, the hotel arose as the symbolic home of the twentieth century\u2019s dramatic metamorphoses to American womanhood.<\/p>\n In my new novel, Goldenseal<\/em><\/a>, a fictional grand hotel in downtown Los Angeles becomes the cocoon to two women\u2019s conversation about their once devoted friendship, what broke it apart, and how that rupture reveals the times in which they lived.<\/p>\n Every time I write the Biltmore to the page, I can feel the building around me, its hundreds of rooms, its beauty and isolation and its promise. Hotel novels will never unseat domestic fiction as the bellwether of social change, yet as the twenty-first century progresses and humans begin to question our own temporariness on the planet, more authors may gravitate toward settings that fit our growing sense of dislocation and borrowed luxury.<\/p>\n In the meantime, I recommend a reservation at the marvelous literary hotels below.<\/p>\n *<\/p>\n Bohumil Hrabal, I Served the King of England<\/em><\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n A cult favorite of many writers, this wonderful picaresque novel follows Ditie, who starts as a “tiny busboy’ and evolves, adventure by adventure, into a waiter and then the owner of a hotel. Hrabal\u2019s humor-laced chapters blend satiric commentary on the Nazi occupation of Czechoslovakia with an adoring interest in the novel\u2019s women and the meals Ditie serves to royalty. When the hotel kitchen produces a camel stuffed with two antelopes, twenty turkeys, fish, and hundreds of hard-boiled eggs, the turducken gets a memorable twist.<\/p>\n Despite the comic tone, the fact that Ditie never actually serves the King of England underscores the novel\u2019s poignant depiction of a dreamer in a time of painful social change.<\/p>\n Karen Tei Yamashita, I Hotel<\/em><\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n Yamashita\u2019s massive, glittering collage of a novel is actually ten linked novellas that explore and celebrate a threatened San Francisco landmark for Asian-American identity, the International Hotel on Kearny Street. Spanning from 1968 to 1977, I Hotel <\/em>documents the yellow power movement through the voices of the activists, laborers, students who led it. Yamashita drew on hotel architecture for her structure, making paper boxes as building blocks, ten of which became a visualization for each novella.<\/p>\n A National Book Award finalist in 2010, I Hotel<\/em> was recently reissued in an appealing new edition by Coffee House Press.<\/p>\n Kate Christensen, The Last Cruise<\/em><\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n This witty, moving tale of a stalled cruise blends the hotel novel with the nautical novel and adds a dash of dystopian spice. If that menu sounds sophisticated, throw in Christensen\u2019s superb characterization and Wharton-esque understanding of human nature and you\u2019ve got an unforgettable book.<\/p>\n The 1950s vintage ocean liner Queen Isabella sets sail from Long Beach, promising a mid-century glamor and escape from cell phone life, but when it founders mid-ocean, both passengers and staff must contend with inescapability of their own hungers and wastefulness.<\/p>\n Cristina Garc\u00eda, The Lady Matador\u2019s Hotel<\/em><\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n In an unnamed Central American capital ravaged by civil war, six guests converge for a week, including a Japanese-Mexican-American matadora, a Cuban poet, a Korean manufacturer with an underage mistress, and an ex-guerilla. 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