The Children of New Babylon
The summer the old people began to die, the jazz never stopped playing. It was a strange coincidence that nobody talked about. June 1926, and the fever came down from Chicago like a curtain of hot breath, sweeping south through the Mississippi Valley until it reached New Orleans and wrapped itself around the city like humidity around a saxophone's brass throat. The doctors didn't know what it...
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