Jim Yoakum

The Bar at the Intergalactic Hotel Jim Yoakum

IN SPACE, NO ONE WILL ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS... One day, in 1994, just as he was poised to land a major cover story in Rolling Stone magazine, music journalist, Derek Christian, is whisked away by a mysterious man with multiple arms and tentacles, named Kent, and deposited in a luxury hotel called the Intergalactic, which is populated by beings and creatures from across the galaxy. No one remembers why they are there, who is in charge, or what exactly the hotel is. Is it a massive spaceship parked in stationary orbit on the outskirts of GN-z11? An Astral Plane of Heaven? A place where souls go between incarnations? The heavenly paradise where Osiris rules? A liminal plane located somewhere in Arizona, possibly near Tucson? A hologram? A cosmic bus depot? All Derek knows is that he feels a prisoner, and he wants answers, no matter how many gala luncheons and Champagne buffets the hotel throws. And with the help of some friends: a beautiful humanadroid named Desree, a wisecracking robot named Drillbit, a crackpot polymath named Anonymous, a self-satisfied rock star named Vim Starbucket, Koalemos, the Greek god of stupidity--and the mysterious Kent--he is determined to find those answers (although he probably won't).