NZ noir with a distinct whiff of 50s gumshoe, BLUE HOTEL is a thoroughly modern tale of sex, money, death & addiction. Told via hard-drinking journalist Ray (is there any other kind of journo?!), the story starts with the disappearance of a statuesque Danish tourist who may or may not have been a sex worker.
Investigating her suspected death and subsequent sightings, Ray discovers that in the heart of Auckland, there are pockets of tight-lipped, well-resourced people with predilections they prefer to keep secret. As his digging uncovers names, clubs, & dual identities, Ray is forced to examine his own appearance to society at large.
If the truth is what's printed - how do you make sure the right story is the one being told.
With a sharp takedown of NZ's print journalism industry and the Kiwi attitude to alcohol, BLUE HOTEL is more than just a detective novel.
(Cudos to the author for not exploiting the BDSM lifestyle, for taking the time to learn the correct terminology and reinforce the importance of consent and safety.)