'Bleak Hotel' is a compelling piece of autobiography by D.M. Thomas, mainly concentrating on Hollywood's failure to film his literary masterpiece 'The White Hotel' but also incorporating the parallel strand of his private life. Essentially 'Bleak Hotel' relates how two attractive trickster-producers, Geisler and Roberbdeau, persuade Thomas and his agent that they are the men to make the 'White Hotel' into the greatest movie of all time. Their aptitude and enthusiasm corrals a flock of famous names who initially express delight at their participation in the project, but later mysteriously disappear or abruptly opt out. Is this because they distrust the producers or is the script too bizarre and daring? But whenever the shooting almost gets underway, the venture is disrupted by broken love affairs, outbreaks of war, lack of funds and finally an appalling, interminable wrangle in which the whole venture disappears under a morass of legislation. The anecdotes of film stars and directors that strew this remarkably composed narrative are a revelation in themselves, but D.M. Thomas has pulled off the difficult trick of not only satisfying the reader who is a movie buff, but also personally involving him in the tragic yet fascinating details of his own disrupted personal life during the long span (27 years) of being 'in production'. His trials and traumas connect and rebound against the gargantuan failure of the movie and the terrible things taking place on the historic stage, such as 9/11. By sheer deftness and psychological subtlety, he manages to produce a literary triumph out of a filmic failure, and the comparison with Nathaniel West and other writers who have traced the crack in the American Dream is by no means exaggerated.