Today I wrote a thing about The White Hotel, the (for lack of a better four-word synopsis) surrealist erotic Holocaust novel that everyone from Barbra Streisand to David Lynch has attempted to turn into a film. Most recently attached to the project: Brittany Murphy and her creepy husband. Above: the inside cover of my paperback copy of the book. For anyone wondering why this book is so hard to adapt, that image should go some way towards explaining — it’s almost a literal illustration.

Today I wrote a thing about The White Hotel, the (for lack of a better four-word synopsis) surrealist erotic Holocaust novel that everyone from Barbra Streisand to David Lynch has attempted to turn into a film. Most recently attached to the project: Brittany Murphy and her creepy husband.

Above: the inside cover of my paperback copy of the book. For anyone wondering why this book is so hard to adapt, that image should go some way towards explaining — it’s almost a literal illustration.