The Jazz of Truth
New York, 1924. The city was a fever dream of saxophone wails and illegal gin. Arthur Penhaligon was a man of the moment, a silver-tongued broker who could sell ice to an Eskimo. He lived in a penthouse that touched the clouds, surrounded by flappers in sequined dresses and the endless clinking of crystal. Arthur's life changed during a trip to a dusty bookstore in Greenwich Village. He found a...
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