William Kennedy - Chango's Beads and Two-Tone Shoes

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From the Pulitzer Prize
winning author of
, a dramatic novel of love and revolution from one of America's finest writers.
When journalist Daniel Quinn meets Ernest Hemingway at the Floridita bar in Havana, Cuba, in 1957, he has no idea that his own affinity for simple, declarative sentences will change his life radically overnight.
So begins William Kennedy's latest novel — a tale of revolutionary intrigue, heroic journalism, crooked politicians, drug-running gangsters, Albany race riots, and the improbable rise of Fidel Castro. Quinn's epic journey carries him through the nightclubs and jungles of Cuba and into the newsrooms and racially charged streets of Albany on the day Robert Kennedy is fatally shot in 1968. The odyssey brings Quinn, and his exotic but unpredictable Cuban wife, Renata, a debutante revolutionary, face-to-face with the darkest facets of human nature and illuminates the power of love in the presence of death.
Kennedy masterfully gathers together an unlikely cast of vivid characters in a breathtaking adventure full of music, mysticism, and murder — a homeless black alcoholic, a radical Catholic priest, a senile parent, a terminally ill jazz legend, the imperious mayor of Albany, Bing Crosby, Hemingway, Castro, and a ragtag ensemble of radicals, prostitutes, provocateurs, and underworld heavies. This is an unforgettably riotous story of revolution, romance, and redemption, set against the landscape of the civil rights movement as it challenges the legendary and vengeful Albany political machine.

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“He knew Lincoln?”

“He shook his hand at the Delavan House.”

“And he knew General Grant?”

“He was invited to his funeral.”

“Your father was an important man,” Vivian said.

They could see the Capitol now from Eagle Street, 1913 it was when George was close to power. “Martin H. Glynn was an important fella. He made the speech when they put General Sheridan’s statue in over there. He was Bill Sulzer’s lieutenant governor, Chew-o’-tabacca Bill. They kicked Bill out of being governor.” George had often been in Sulzer’s office, and then in Glynn’s after they impeached Sulzer and Glynn took over as governor. “I came home from the glove factory to vote for Glynn in 1914.”

“And you knew Mr. Glynn?”

“He ran the Times Union after he lost. Killed himself over his back pain. If he had money he could’ve been one of my closest friends.”

Vivian smiled and tightened her grip on George’s arm. “Mr. George Quinn-who-knows-everybody, we’ll have a good time tonight.”

Arm in arm, George Quinn arm in arm with. He looked at Vivian. With Vivian, a friend, old friend. Beauman’s we knew, other places, on the water? Al-Tro Park on the Hudson? He looked at her again. He liked her hat. Who had a hat like that? Pagger? Pag? Peg. But Peg’s hat was white straw. I’m tying the leaves. He patted her arm, bare arm. Whose?

“Vivian,” he said, and she smiled. And then he sang: “Al-Tro Park on the Hudson, that’s the place for me,

There’s singing and dancing when you’re out on a lark,

Take a trip with your sweetheart to Al-Tro Park.”

“All right,” said Vivian. “Here we go.”

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Vivian lived in a second-floor flat on Columbia Street, just up from North Pearl. She opened the door and held it for George, and he went into the front room and took it all in: nice furniture, clean; doilies on the arms of the chairs; Persian rug, shiny table, walnut, polished, pictures on the wall, W. E. Drislane Choice Family Grocers. Biggest grocer in Albany. Vivian Drislane?

“Drislane’s,” George said, looking at the old photo. “On Pearl Street. I was in it many a time. Wonderful store. They bottled their own beer.”

“One of my uncles was a Drislane,” Vivian said.

“Very neat room,” George said. “Not a pin out of place.”

“I suppose I’m neat,” Vivian said. “But I don’t have anybody to mess the place up. Can I get you a beer? Or a highball?”

“Friend highball,” said George.

“Highball it is.” And Vivian went to the kitchen.

Her bay window looked up the street to the back entrance of the Court House where George worked for so long, Supreme Court of the State of New York to be held in and for the County of Albany Honorable Justice Morris Epstein presiding hear ye!

“I was born on this street,” George said, but Vivian didn’t hear him.

Directly across the street from Vivian was the Kenmore Hotel’s side entrance, Adam Blake’s hotel. George’s father stayed there sometimes and he knew Adam Blake, didn’t he? He was a bearer at Blake’s funeral. Important fella, and rich, Blake was, and colored. George never saw him but that was his memory. Colored and rich. You don’t meet a whole lot of them . If George’s father stayed at the Kenmore why didn’t George? I’d have to go to the book for that one.

In the kitchen Vivian opened the half-full bottle of White Horse and poured ample shots into two cut glass tumblers. She ran water to loosen an ice tray and added a bit of tap water to the mix, then came into the parlor and handed a tumbler to George.

“Friend highball,” she said. And she clinked glasses with him. “Sit down, George, relax while I change my dress and spruce up.”

George sipped the highball and did not sit. He watched her.

“Okay, don’t sit down. I’ll be back.” She went to the bedroom with her highball.

Her moves were familiar. Peg? Vivian was it? Arms and legs, the way she carried herself on the high heels, very erect, very similar, and that front on her too, a nice size. Her dress looks fine the way it is.

“You don’t need to change your dress,” he said. “That’s a very nice dress you’re wearing.”

“But I’ve had it on all day, and I’m going out dancing,” she said from the bedroom. “Is your highball all right?”

“Friend highball,” George said. He looked at it and then sang to it:

“Friend highball, friend highball,

You’ve been a dear pal to me.”

He kept singing as he walked to the bedroom door, which was ajar.

“Years may come, years may go,

But forever my comrade you’ll be.”

Vivian, in her slip, was taking a robe from the closet. You don’t often see them like that.

“Friend highball, friend highball,

What memories you recall. .”

“Georgie, you’re peeking at me.”

“When trouble draws near me,

The first one to cheer me,

Is my dear old friend, highball.”

“You know all the songs,” Vivian said. She pushed her arms into the robe then opened the door wide. “Come on in, if you like. I don’t mind.” She put her dress on a hanger and hung it on a door hook.

“Very katish, this room,” George said. He looked at a picture of Pierrot and Columbine that hung above her bed next to a crucifix. “I don’t see the hoi polloi.” He stared at her.

“You want to look at me, do you?”

“Looking at you is one of the pleasures of what they call a sight for sorry eyes. A proviso, a takeup for the fair and fancy.”

“So I don’t look too bad for an old lady.”

“I don’t see any old ladies on this block.”

“You’re a dear, but age is age.” She picked up her highball from the dresser. “Shall we sit in the parlor?”

She pulled her robe together at the front but as she sat in the platform rocker the robe again fell open.

“That is a lovely color,” George said, pointing at her slip as he sat across from her in the armchair.

“They all wear pink, but I like the pale yellow because it goes with my hair. Some of my hair.”

“Peg likes black slips. And white.”

“Peg had the most beautiful black hair. Peg was a beautiful girl. I knew her since we were in school. Was it a big shock to you, about her?”

“Shock?”

“That picture in the Daily News of her and her boss on the Atlantic City boardwalk.”

“I was in Atlantic City when Czolgosz shot McKinley. I never saw any newspaper.”

“I understand. You don’t want to talk about it.” She crossed her legs.

“Those stockings remind me,” he said. “Wonderful legs. I always like the stockings. Sheer they call them, if I’m not mistaken. Some legs are thick at the ankles, beef to the hoof, we used to say. But not Peg. And no beef there,” and he pointed at Vivian’s ankles. “Those legs there are always just right. They slope in and out. Straight legs don’t have the makings — those women look like six o’clock, straight up and down. But not these slopes.” He moved his hands in a churning motion at Vivian’s legs. “When they slope up and down and in and out like these here they’re a great glim. Great glimmer. The thing about legs. A great glimpse. You couldn’t predicate a leg like that right there without saying to yourself, George, what hills will those legs climb? They are prize-winning. Those legs can waltz, and I’ve seen them do it.” Invite her to waltz, that’s the main thing. Always invite her to waltz.

Vivian uncrossed her legs and extended her right leg, pointing the toe of her right shoe at George. “That’s my prize winner,” she said.

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