Saturday, August 11, 2018

the last book I ever read (The Voyeur's Motel by Gay Talese, except six)

from The Voyeur's Motel by Gay Talese:

With his cane he pointed up toward a few video cameras that were positioned high above our heads within the hotel’s atrium, a vast open space that soared six stories high and reflected the movement of a pair of glossy glass-sided elevators. “I noticed cameras posted on the roof outside as I walked in, and other are above the front desk and everywhere else you look around here,” Gerald Foos said, repeating his complaint about widespread voyeurism that he had already cited in letters. It was of course ironic that he, of all people, would take offense at being watched; but rather than debate the point here, where a waiter was removing our breakfast dishes, I decided to delay our discussion until we had our promised on-the-record interview at his home.

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