A hotel room is a place that is at once no place and any place, a place that relieves the occupant of the external markers of her identity and allows the forces of memory and inclination to rise to the surface. In our Book of the Week, Strange Hotel by Eimear McBride, a woman interrogates herself (and interrogates her interrogation) in a series of hotel rooms across the world, keeping the past at an ever-shrinking distance through the language she uses. Subtly observed and exquisitely written. 
>>Read Thomas's review. 
>>An interesting interview with Eimear McBride.
>>"I'm bored with how women are portrayed."—The author introduces the novel in a hotel room. 
>>Writing before thought. 
>>"Women are really angry." 
>>On the avoidance of memory through language. 
>>(Much of the book was written as the inaugural Beckett Creative Fellow)
>>More about McBride. 
>>Read Thomas's review of Eimear McBride's A Girl is a Half-Formed Thing. 
>>An interview about that novel. 
>>The Lesser Bohemians. 
>>Read Strange Hotel.