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Onward #1, #2, #3, 2013

I.Savoy Street, 2013

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Famous guests of the Savoy Hotel, London: Claude Monet James Whistler Oscar Wilde Edward VII Sarah Bernhardt Enrico Caruso Lillie Langtry H. G. Wells George Bernard Shaw Nellie Melba Charlie Chaplin Al Jolson Errol Flynn Fred Astaire Marlene Dietrich Lionel Barrymore Harry Truman Audrey Hepburn Judy Garland Josephine Baker Cary Grant Babe Ruth Ivor Novello Noël Coward Bob Dylan Frank Sinatra Laurence Olivier Vivien Leigh Marilyn Monroe John Wayne Louis Armstrong Humphrey Bogart Elizabeth Taylor Richard Burton Richard Harris Maria Callas Coco Chanel Christian Dior Sophia Loren Julie Andrews Lena Horne Marlon Brando Jane Fonda Barbra Streisand Jimi Hendrix The Beatles Elton John U2 Led Zeppelin The Who George Clooney Whoopi Goldberg

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Savoy Hill, 2013

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The Margins, 2013

Hotel World (I), 2012

Hotel World (II), 2012

Hotel World (III), 2012

These shots were taken on Kingsway, London, UK.

Hotel World  is a novel by Ali Smith. It was published in 2001.

Not that long ago, I started reading Hotel World but got waylaid and didn’t go back to it. That was a mistake that will soon be corrected.

Here’s what it says on the back of the book: “Five people: four are living, three are strangers, two are sisters, one is dead. Hotel World takes us through a night in the life of five people’s very different worlds. It’s luxurious for some, but a long drop for others. Cash or credit? Ali Smith’s innovative and extraordinary new novel checks us in to the smooth, plush world of the Global. But is it really the kind of place you want to spend the rest of your life in?…Forget about room service. This is a life-affirming book about death, a death-affirming book about life.”

Here’s the first paragraph and a bit:

Woooooooo-

h0000000 what a fall what a soar what a plummet what a dash into dark into light what a plunge what a glide thud crash what a drop what a rush what a swoop what a fright what a mad hushed skirl what a smash mush mash-up broke and gashed what a heart in my mouth what an end.

What a life.

What a time.

What I felt. Then. Gone.

In our house, this book can be found: dining room, left-hand bookshelves, fourth shelf down.

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RIP Huw Lloyd Langton

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Thank as always,  John and Deanne and Terry for title shenanigans and Richard at CK Ponderings for being a super-cool collaborator.