Hunters & Collectors
John Tamberlain reviews restaurants. This is not a modest occupation in his universe: a Tomahawk review closes kitchens, ruins reputations, and occasionally gets someone killed. He calls himself a forensic gastronomer and means it.
His last quarry is the Hotel Grand Skies, the Empyrean, a place the rich and powerful disappear into and which has no fixed location, no bookings and no confirmed guests. Getting there involves letters, transcripts, footnotes, a hostile bureaucracy and a mounting suspicion that the hotel knows he is coming.
M. Suddain writes in documents rather than chapters, at length and with a very high joke rate, in the lineage reviewers keep naming: Vonnegut, Pynchon, Douglas Adams. Underneath the performance it is a book about appetite and what a person will consume to feel something.
The Tomahawk, the universe's most feared restaurant critic, in pursuit of a hotel that may not want to be found.
