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The Lonely Hearts Hotel
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Jennifer Welsh's review
bookshelves: coming-of-age, inspiration, intimate-fiction, fiction-with-performance
Oct 28, 2022
bookshelves: coming-of-age, inspiration, intimate-fiction, fiction-with-performance
4.5
If the words penis, pussy, dick, cunt and cock bother you in print, don’t read this. If you were disappointed by Sarah Waters,� Tipping the Velvet, and still want an urban coming-of-age story about performers in a historical setting, but without the sentiment, this may hit the spot. And if you did love Tipping the Velvet, you may love this, too, although this one is about heterosexual love.
There’s an element of fairytale in this story about a boy and a girl who fall in love while living at an orphanage together in 1914-Montreal. O’Neill is unafraid to show a population seeped in sex, as sex is a free power for the poor. It also shows the power of creative minds to express and spread what buoys us in life, and how possession of these gifts separates you from your fellow man, whether they revere or dismiss you.
In a believable reversal of the norm, the boy is molested by a nun, and the author is unafraid to show how pleasure mixes with disgust, how the effect can be passed from person to person, and become a way of life for those without options. The boy and girl age out of the orphanage, and begin separate lives, taking us through the depression era in New York City and Montreal. They’ve never forgotten one another, and it feels like the story is leading up to the two meeting again.
This is the kind of unwholesome tale I like, one that isn’t gratuitous, just showing a way of life unafraid of judgment and not needing to prove a thing. And the whole orientation of the story feels directed towards hope, with the characters using their gifts of kindness, intelligence, and creativity to make the best of the cards dealt, letting the reader laugh and love with them.
If the words penis, pussy, dick, cunt and cock bother you in print, don’t read this. If you were disappointed by Sarah Waters,� Tipping the Velvet, and still want an urban coming-of-age story about performers in a historical setting, but without the sentiment, this may hit the spot. And if you did love Tipping the Velvet, you may love this, too, although this one is about heterosexual love.
There’s an element of fairytale in this story about a boy and a girl who fall in love while living at an orphanage together in 1914-Montreal. O’Neill is unafraid to show a population seeped in sex, as sex is a free power for the poor. It also shows the power of creative minds to express and spread what buoys us in life, and how possession of these gifts separates you from your fellow man, whether they revere or dismiss you.
In a believable reversal of the norm, the boy is molested by a nun, and the author is unafraid to show how pleasure mixes with disgust, how the effect can be passed from person to person, and become a way of life for those without options. The boy and girl age out of the orphanage, and begin separate lives, taking us through the depression era in New York City and Montreal. They’ve never forgotten one another, and it feels like the story is leading up to the two meeting again.
This is the kind of unwholesome tale I like, one that isn’t gratuitous, just showing a way of life unafraid of judgment and not needing to prove a thing. And the whole orientation of the story feels directed towards hope, with the characters using their gifts of kindness, intelligence, and creativity to make the best of the cards dealt, letting the reader laugh and love with them.
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Reading Progress
October 20, 2022
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Started Reading
October 20, 2022
– Shelved
October 20, 2022
– Shelved as:
coming-of-age
October 21, 2022
– Shelved as:
intimate-fiction
October 21, 2022
– Shelved as:
inspiration
October 28, 2022
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Finished Reading
October 29, 2022
– Shelved as:
fiction-with-performance
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I recently listened to Hoover’s Verity, and although the sex scenes were concentrated in specific chapters, (unlike the overall seasoning here), they felt gratuitous. Yuck. On the other hand, I get how we change - sex scenes in films and shows now bore me, unless there’s some resulting shift in the relationship.



I love your 4.5 stars, and I'm intrigued. . .

I recognize its absence. O’Neill is very good at grounding the grit, and creating a hopeful dance around it. I think you’d appreciate her.







I'll put it on the list for a bit down the road. I am needing something a little less fraught emotionally at the moment.


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How did you guess, mark??! ;) :D





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Haha, thank you for thanking me, Mark ;D
Had to look up Buffalo Trace...

Hi Antoinette, I think Lullabies for Criminals reads less like a fairytale, is more even-keeled, and has that same unsentimental touch towards the unwholesome. This one shows the more extreme joys and heartbreaks, and definiely feels a bit like a fairytale. I'm planning to read her new one soonish, too.



I don’t mind penises, pussies, dicks, cunts and cocks, though.
I also don’t mind New York City.
Humm� Decisions, decisions�
Great review, Jennifer.
You’re on a roll - reading good books and writing awesome reviews. ;)

Ahahah.
Justin, I actually asked that same question not long ago somewhere on here. Sadly, I didn't get any answers.
But I do believe there are still some women writing about heterosexual love out there.

Hi Justin, they move to NYC at one point, but most of this takes place in Montreal. She wrote another book called, Lullabies for Little Criminals, that I think was all in Montreal. It's good, too, although I preferred this one. Bookworm, coming out in February, by Yeatman, also takes place in Montreal. ;)

I don’t mind penises, pussies, dicks, cunts and cocks, though.
I also don’t mind New York City.
Humm� Decisions, decisions�
Grea..."
Thank you, Pedro! It feels like I'm on a good roll as far as reading enjoyment goes, I hope you are, too. When I say fairytale aspect, I need to be clear that this book is NOT a fantasy. The main characters start out as children with huge imaginations that get them into trouble, but also enable them - and everyone around them - to deal with trauma. The result felt like a fairy tale because the highs and lows were extreme, and the imagery so vivid, that it sometimes felt hyperreal.

There will always be stories about love!

And it's lovely that you're gifting us with reviews, Jennifer. So thoughtful, cogent, sensitive. Thank you.




Oh, good! I love this book!