
1923. Vance, American screenwriter, short story writer and novelist, begins Baroque: Beneath one of those skies of immaculate aquamarine which New York winters boast a lilac dusk was shading into violet, golden windows were gayly blossoming in the austere facades of Murray Hill, motorcars were unclosing yellow orbs to guide them through the heaped sierras of the season's first considerable snowfall-and Rodney Manship was buckling into a bleak headwind that, sweeping down Madison Avenue, stung his ears till they burned and his eyes till they wept. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.
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