The Jazz of War

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The Jazz of War

New York in the winter of 1938 was a city of glittering lies. The jazz played in every basement club, the gin flowed like water, and nobody talked about what Julian Ashworth had seen in Shanghai. He sat at the bar of the Velvet Note on West Fourth Street, nursing a whiskey that cost thirty cents and tasted like turpentine, watching the world perform its nightly ritual of forgetting. A trio...

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