This book morphs engrossingly from a slyly humourous look at the world of interchangeable business conferences and trade fairs into a nightmare scenario, where literally nothing is as it seems - or is it?
Hilbert's words about suicide returned to me, how the act had been considered by the hotel's designers. Recessed light fittings, nowhere to attach a ligature, a jumpy fusebox, windows that don't open. These measures protected the desperate from themselves, but also protected the hotel from the desperate.
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