Monday, July 15, 2013
Title: Heads in Beds: a reckless memoir of hotels, hustles, and so-called hospitality
By: Jacob Tomsky
Living in our beautiful town, we have all been affected (infected?) by the tourism industry, voluntarily or involuntarily, for better or for worse. Maybe you've given a lost soul directions to the Boardwalk one too many times, or been late for work because you forgot about the Beach Train. Enter Jacob Tomsky, who feels your pain. His memoir Heads in Beds is full of wit and debauchery, the pitfalls of hospitality, and insights for your next big vacation. You'll understand his plight not only because of where we live, but because he's so honest. Way too honest sometimes, which brings me to my warnings section:
First, he writes almost like he's talking to you, telling you his tale of woe and soul searching over cocktails. Therefore, the language is a little crude. He could have spruced it up for his audience, but this is his voice, and he wanted it that way.
Second, some of the stories cannot be unseen, as in the toothbrush story *shudders*. Remember that even the peons of an industry have some power when they feel belittled and snubbed. You'll start to think back to every interaction you've ever had in a hotel, pondering your own actions, and in some instances inaction (tipping is a recurrent theme).
To read or not to read? I loved it. "It has a tawdry, escapist quality that soothes my nerves" (if you can name the movie, you're my hero). It's a memoir full of character and characters. And you'll glean some nifty tricks for your next run-in with a hotel. Just don't say I didn't warn you. (That toothbrush will haunt my dreams.)