Hotel Honolulu: A Novel
Hotel Honolulu: A Novel
In this wickedly satiric romp, Paul Theroux captures the essence of Hawaii as it has never been depicted. The novel’s narrator, a down-on-his-luck writer, escapes to Waikiki and soon finds himself the manager of the Hotel Honolulu, a low-rent establishment a few blocks off the beach. Honeymooners, vacationers, wanderers, mythomaniacs, soldiers, and families all check in to the hotel. Like the Canterbury pilgrims, every guest has come in search of something — sun, love, happiness, objects of unnameable longing — and everyone has a story. By turns hilarious, ribald, tender, and tragic, HOTEL HONOLULU offers a unique glimpse of the psychological landscape of an American paradise.
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Review by Rick for Hotel Honolulu: A Novel
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Once again our “dear friend” makes superficial forays into others’ cultures. If you can get passed his stock characterization and stereotyping of various Hawaiian ethnic groups, you might find something to salvage in the local color presented in this novel. As one who has lived in Honolulu, I can just imagine what they’re saying about this book at UH right now. I’m not one to eagerly jump on the PC bandwagon, but this book will certainly bring it rolling down Ka’piolani Blvd. You’d think he’d have learned from his patronizing posture in “Riding the Red Rooster,” where the Chinese are merely dirty peasants. Or from his flop, “Kowloon Tong,” which in its film version (e.g. “Chinese Box”) was poorly received at its world premiere at the Hawaii Theatre. At that gathering, Theroux tried to distance himself from the production, which was amusing. You’d also think he’d learned a lesson or two from Lois Ann Yamanaka’s debacle with “Blu’s Hanging” and thereby tried to resist the urge to caricature Filipino Americans in the islands as over-sexed, perverted or otherwise maladjusted. Yes, and we need that anal-retentive Japanese American and, of course, the sluggish, slow-witted Hawaiian. Please, Mr. Paul, spare us more of this rubbish in the future and fix your otherwise keen traveler’s eyes on something you really know about.