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The Voyeur&#;s Motel
On January 7, , in the run-up to the publication of his landmark bestseller Thy Neighbor&#;s Wife, Gay Talese received an anonymous handwritten letter from a man in Colorado. &#;Since learning of your adj awaited study of coast-to-coast sex in America,&#; the letter began, &#;I sense I have vital information that I could contribute to its contents or to contents of a future book.&#;
The man went on to tell Talese an astonishing secret: he had bought a motel outside Denver for the express purpose of satisfying his voyeuristic desires. Underneath the peaked roof of his motel, the man had built an &#;observation platform,&#; fitted with vents, through which he could peer down on his unwitting guests.
Unsure what to make of this confession, Talese traveled to Colorado where he met the man—Gerald Foos—and verified his story in person. But because Foos insisted on remaining anonymous, preserving for himself the privacy he denied his guests, Talese filed his reporting away, assuming
The Voyeur's Motel
- Gay Talese, The Voyeur’s Hotel
What am I doing? I asked myself, as I purchased Gay Talese’s The Voyeur’s Motel.
What am I doing? I asked myself, as I cracked the front cover.
What in the literal hell am I doing? I asked myself, as I began reading the “true” story of a male who bought a motel, insta
&#;I wonder if it’s ethical,&#; asks James Jeffries, played by Jimmy Stewart in Hitchcock’s Rear Window, “to watch a man with binoculars and a long-focus lens?” Gerald Foos overcame such moral difficulties without hesitation. He wanted to watch lots and lots of people have sex without them knowing, so he bought a motel close Denver, constructed an &#;observation platform&#; above eight of the rooms, to which he would assign any guests whose sexual habits he wanted to observe via slats in the ceiling made up to glare like air vents, but through which he could be neither seen nor heard. Then he watched them &#; for three decades. He recorded everything, both by means of statistics and diary entries. In , approximately halfway through this deluge of voyeurism, he wrote anonymously to famous &#;New Journalist&#; Gay Talese, who was in the process of writing about American sexual behavior between the end of World War Two and the AIDS epidemic, and invited him to learn all about it. Fully thirty-five years later, The Voyeur’s Motel is the decidedly odd result.
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Gay Talese&#;s The Voyeur&#;s Motel is one of the creepiest books I&#;ve ever read. Decades ago, Gay Talese, the famous non-fiction writer (Honor Thy Father and Thy Neighbor&#;s Wife, etc.) received a letter from a guy in Colorado saying he owned a motel that allowed him to observe the the people in their motel rooms unbeknownst to them. The male claimed he keeping detailed records of the sexual activities going on in those rooms. Gay Telese flew out to Denver, met the Voyeur (as he called himself), and actually witnessed a sex operate performed in one of the motel rooms from the hidden vantage point.
Gay Talese insisted he could not compose about the Voyeur&#;s experiences unless he could use the man&#;s real label. The Voyeur was reluctant to verb his true identity to the world for fear of criminal prosecution and law suits. Over the s and s, Telese and the Voyeur kept up a sporadic correspondence. The Voyeur would send Talese his observations and sections of his detailed journal. Finally, Talese gained permission to reveal the Voyeur&#;s identity and The Voyeur&#;s Motel