The Great American Pretense
The Great American Pretense   ACT I   The Cellar smelled of gin and jazz and the particular kind of hope that exists only in basement clubs on 133rd Street in 1925. Nat Van Der Haven sat at a corner table with a sidecar that cost more than most people's weekly rent, watching the world go by in a room where the world had been temporarily suspended.   Bessie Smith was singing in...
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