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Summary: How Suite it is.
Review: Hotel Kid is the story of the Lewis Family and the hotel Mr. Lewis managed back in the golden days of Times Square. Living in a two room apartment might not have been that uncommon for many New York children but few of them also ate only room service or signed for snacks in the resturaunt in the lobby. It is an interesting tale about life in a gilded age now gone. More than just the logistics of Steven Lewis' life were uniqe. He was more than just a kid hanging around the hotel. He was the Crown Prince of place as well. The most telling parts of the book reveal how he came to understand the borrowed athority he possesed or how even a child he could make the adults nervous. When a strike at the hotel pits managment and staff against each other you see the conflicting loyalites of the author. Scion of the boss he was still a friend to many on the picket line. This book was an enjoyable read about a time so far away and yet not really that long ago. It was a quick read and well worth the time it took.
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Summary: Better than a cold drink at the hotel bar on a steamyhot day
Review: Lewis is the founder of a memoir writing workshop in New Mexico, and he follows his teachings and creates a sweet memoir that recreates a vanished Manhattan in the 1930s and 1940s, when he grew up in the now extinct Hotel Taft in midtown Manhattan. (I was cleaning out my closet while reading this book, and found a coat hanger from the Hotel Taft.) Reading his prose, you can feel the summer heat of Manhattan, the hot asphalt, the bright sunlight, and the cool large drinks offered at the hotel bar. His father was the general manager of the Taft Hotel for decades, at Seventh Avenue of West 50th Street (now a TGIF, Roy Rogers, and Michaelangelo hotel); and Stephen and his younger brother, Peter, played in the halls, ate at the grills, had their birthdays with the hotel's band leaders, and grew up in an environment where the porters and nannies were Irish and the elevators operators were Black. Outside was the depression, but inside the hotel, he, his brother and mother were royalty. Best parts... the real Barney Greengrass has a cameo; and while Stephen never became a Bar Mitzvah, his brother had one for the presents. The rabbi inveighed against the evils of Times Square, and the temptations a boy being raised in the neighborhood would face. The author's mother never returned to a synagogue, but his father did go to the Actor's Temple every Yom Kippur (where Toots Shor would always contribute a cool $2000). A great read for anyone who wants to be transported back to a different age (yet only 50 years ago)
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Summary: Delicious fun
Review: Stephen Lewis, a teacher of memoir-writing, was raised during the 30s in a NY hotel where his father worked as general manager. In this gently amusing memoir, he recreates the experience for us, his readers, ushering us into a world in which everything was provided to the family by the hotel and its purveyors. Bathroom supplies were mysteriously restocked; meals arrived by room service; beds were made and floors swept; clothing was ordered by phone and appeared in drawers and closets.
Hotel Kid is a gentle and affectionate portrayal of New York's Time Square area as it once was, and of a very unusual childhood lived amid the then-splendor of the theater district. Very nice; an easy read.
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