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From the Author
The young woman hurried along West 23rd Street, her hands gripping fistfuls of her dress so the hem didn't drag on the dirty sidewalk.
It was the spring of 1884, late evening,the air so muggy it felt like a physical force. Recently installed electric incandescent streetlights lit the New York City darkness with an artificial moonlight. Horse hooves and carriage wheels clacked against the granite-block street. Shouts and laughter floated down from the roofs of grimy tenements,competing with the boisterous sounds spilling out of gaslit saloons and restaurants. Factory workers, ditch diggers, stone cutters, and men and women from all walks of life bustled this way and that, going about their nightly business.
When the woman arrived at the newly built Chelsea Association Building between Seventh and Eighth Avenues, she released her grip on her skirt and brushed straight the pleats. Swiping an errant lock of blonde hair away from her blue eyes, she titled her head to look up at the mammoth Victorian Gothic building. The tallest structure in the city, its façade was an assortment of dormer windows, horizontal bands of white stone, and black iron balconies wrought into the shapes of flowers. Asymmetrical chimney stacks poked the starry sky.
Keeping her back straight and her chin lifted, the woman entered the building through the front glass doors.Well-dressed men mingled in the high-ceilinged lobby, which featured mahogany wainscoting and enormous Hudson River School landscape paintings. Through a set of arched doors to the right, upper-class ladies socialized in a frescoed sitting room.
The woman spotted Arthur Schmid right away.He stood in front of a large carved fireplace conversing with a cranky-looking man with white hair and a thick mustache. His eyes met hers for the briefest of moments before breaking contact.
Lips tightening, the woman crossed the lobby to the elevators, pushed the bell for the one to the left of the reception desk, and waited for the terrifying machine to arrive.
Arthur Schmid was a bon vivant and womanizer par excellence. He was also the most fashionable man in New York City, for just last month, after he'd entered the luxurious Hoffman House Baron a Saturday night clad in a cashmere dinner jacket dripping with gold ornamental braiding, tight white trousers, and thigh-high black patent leather boots, the New York Times had crowned him the "King of the Dudes"("dude" having recently come to replace "dandy" to describe an impeccably dressed male socialite). The title was no doubt pejorative, but Schmid embraced it proudly.
Tonight he was dressed no less fashionably in a crimson tailcoat, a multi-colored waistcoat, a stiff shirt with a spread-eagle Byron collar, and a burgundy cravat. His ever-present monocle was propped between his left cheekbone and brow bone, and a gray silk top hat sat importantly atop his head. This was his third outfit of the day, as he'd already changed twice. He had no qualms changing as many as six or seven times a day, depending on his mood or the social occasion. Finding interesting and new outfits was not difficult, mind you, when one owned five hundred pairs of trousers, five thousand neckties, and more than three hundred tailcoats.
Born fifty-three years ago in 1841 into a de-facto aristocratic family, Schmid had inherited two million dollars on his twenty-first birthday. This fortune had allowed him to spend the majority of his adult life drinking champagne, shopping in the finest department stores,and mingling with other old-money individuals, celebrities, and artists alike.
Now he was enjoying a glass of champagne--his drink of choice--in the magnificent lobby of the Chelsea Association Building with his old friend, Sam Clemens. Clemens, dressed unfortunately in a frumpy white suit and dubious bow tie, was currently on a worldwide lecture tour in an effort to pay back all the debts he had accrued investing unwisely in unproven inventions. He'd moved into the Chelsea Association Building two days ago and had bumped into Schmid in the lobby earlier this morning. They had agreed to meet later for dinner in one of the Chelsea's dining rooms. During their meal beneath gilded fleurs-de-lis and lion-faced gargoyles, a photographer for the Tribune had taken a photograph of them together, which had delighted Schmid, who firmly believed one could never be a victim of too much exposure or fame.
"I wonder what page we will make in tomorrow's newspaper," Schmid remarked thoughtfully as he sipped his champagne.
"I wish you didn't give that damn weasel permission to take our photograph," Clemens griped in his slow drawl.
"Do I look like someone who would pass up the opportunity to be seen with the most popular American writer and raconteur in the world?"
"Bah," Clemens said.
"Oh, come now," Schmid said. "You like the limelight as much as I do, my dear sir. I recommend you try smiling in your next photograph, however. It's all the rage now, and your teeth aren't that bad."
"A photograph is a most important document,"Clemens said with his typical composure and gravity, "and there is nothing more damning to go down to posterity than a silly, foolish smile caught and fixed forever."
Schmid sipped champagne in acquiescence to the man's cantankerous nature. "Are you so far enjoying your life here at the Chelsea?"
"It's an impressive building, I do say."
"Indeed! With every modern convenience available. There's even a long-distance telephone in the manager's office available to all residents."
"I particularly enjoy the elevators. I've been installed up on the sixth floor, and my knees are old and do not fare well with stairs."
"You don't find them too noisy, I hope?"
"Noisy? Hardly. You don't have to hear noise if you don't want to. The only time I hear the elevators is when they stop."
"They have certainly ushered in the era of the tall building. The Chelsea itself is an astonishing twelve stories. I wonder what this city will look like in, oh, another ten years from now?"
"I would temper your optimism about what the future holds, Mr. Schmid. There has already been talk of the city banning the construction of further large residential buildings due to fire and health concerns."
"Poppycock!" Schmid blurted. "Fire? The apartments are separated by cement-filled brick walls three feet thick, and the building's iron girders are sheathed with fireproof plaster. It is virtually impossible for a fire to spread from one residence to the next."
"Six hundred individuals living together under one roof does not concern you?"
"There are two million residents in this city, my dear man. If we're on the precipice of an American Black Death, it will originate in some unsanitary tenement slum, not the Chelsea. Indeed, I suspect the fear motivating our great city leaders is neither fire nor disease but that the intimacy of Parisian-style apartment living will lead the residents to looser moral standards--and you know what I think about that? What happens in the bedroom is none of their goddamned business!" (...end of sample)
- ASIN : B083TXWDH3
- Publisher : Ghillinnein Books (September 1, 2020)
- Publication date : September 1, 2020
- Language : English
- File size : 12749 KB
- Simultaneous device usage : Unlimited
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- X-Ray : Not Enabled
- Word Wise : Enabled
- Print length : 381 pages
- Lending : Enabled
- Best Sellers Rank: #129,859 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
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To the author: the first halves of your novels are always epic and wonderful, the second halves seem to always be let downs of the worst kind.
I keep hoping one day he'll hit it out of the park...
4 stars for overall effort (3 stars for the ending and 5 stars for the wonderful beginning).
I enjoyed the eccentric characters, the wide range of personalities, whom each had a story to add to this pot of misconception that kept the pace moving forward. Peering back in time to the 60s and before, then later to the punkers with characters like Sid, added to the fast-moving, character-driven, plot. There was much to be afraid of with uncertainty abound, as Malcomb connects with new friends only to have more questions.
I really enjoyed the character of Quinn, an older woman of mystic and eccentricities, who really held some key insights to the Chelsea vibe.
Jeremy Bates proved his skill once again with great storytelling. His imagination added color to the old rumors and his prologue ending was totally unexpected. I recommend this book for anyone who enjoys a good tale with many twists and surprise endings. Excellent book.