![]() ![]() The Beverly Hills Hotel, of course, holds a storied place in Hollywood. ![]() The kicker? The couple aren’t in town just to celebrate their nuptials they’ve also been lured by a job possibility for Keith. They are spending their honeymoon cocooned in “luxury with a capital L” at the Pink Hotel, a not-at-all-disguised facsimile of the Beverly Hills Hotel. The Collinses hail from the literal boonies-a Mendocino County town called Boonville, where Keith is the manager and Kit a waiter and aspiring sommelier at a modest but “authentic” eatery recently graced with a Michelin star. Jacobs hangs out her ironic shingle at the get-go. Written mostly in third person, it introduces us to the top 1 percent of the top 1 percent as seen through the wide-eyed naïveté of country mice newlyweds Kit and Keith Collins, so just married that “grains of rice are wedged into the dark corners of her purse.” The Pink Hotel is by turns a love story, a social satire, an elegy for the planet, a farewell to the glamour of Old Hollywood, and, above all, a morality tale. Or that’s the takeaway from the provocative and engrossing The Pink Hotel, the third novel by Liska Jacobs. This is the way the world will end: not with a bang but with a Beverly Hills blowout. ![]()
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