Calle is a multimedia artist, and I believe The Hotel, in its first iteration, was a gallery show. In 1981, Calle took a temporary 3-week job as a chambermaid in a hotel in Venice, Italy. She was given 12 rooms to clean, brought her camera and tape recorder, and did clean, but also photographed people's belongings, recording everything she saw. Observational, intrusive, raising questions of privacy, and fascinating - some of the things that people take with them on a trip are so odd - and also revealing about Calle - how she responds to the rooms, to the belongings, to the people who own them, a few conversations she overhears, what she thinks or feels looking through the items of others, setting them out to be photographed, taking candies, spritzing herself with someone's perfume, tasting what is left in a glass. Her breaches of others' privacy are both passive and active - she limits herself to the evidence she can see - books, medicine, clothing - while also imposing herself as a spectator and participant. The photographs, color and black and white, are arranged so they don't necessarily link up with the text, they also freeze time in a way, not just because they were taken decades ago, but because time does sort of become static when living in a hotel room. We are always constructing and inventing ourselves, the people in our lives, the people whose lives pass through ours. I found this book beguiling and am eager to see more of her work.