An Object of Beauty: A NovelLacey Yeager is young, captivating, and ambitious enough to take the NYC art world by storm. Groomed at Sotheby's and hungry to keep climbing the social and career ladders put before her, Lacey charms men and women, old and young, rich and even richer with her magnetic charisma and liveliness. Her ascension to the highest tiers of the city parallel the soaring heights--and, at times, the dark lows--of the art world and the country from the late 1990s through today. |
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... head, and sipped Scotch while she phoned Angela or Sharon, or sometimes, me. “Hey... God, I miss you! Where are you? Meet me at Raku for sushi. Goddamn it! Sorry, I sloshed Scotch on me. Meet me now... No, now.” Raku was the mystery ...
... head, and sipped Scotch while she phoned Angela or Sharon, or sometimes, me. “Hey... God, I miss you! Where are you? Meet me at Raku for sushi. Goddamn it! Sorry, I sloshed Scotch on me. Meet me now... No, now.” Raku was the mystery ...
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... heads and Lacey could easily discern one class from the other based on thread count. The department heads were ... head of European Paintings and natty in a gray suit and tie, sitting with an obvious client. Obvious because of his ...
... heads and Lacey could easily discern one class from the other based on thread count. The department heads were ... head of European Paintings and natty in a gray suit and tie, sitting with an obvious client. Obvious because of his ...
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... head to toe, placing her in its ecstatic grip. In this dream state, she saw her mother extending her hand toward her. Her mother led her through her childhood home, swung her on the backyard swing, held her close. She led her to the ...
... head to toe, placing her in its ecstatic grip. In this dream state, she saw her mother extending her hand toward her. Her mother led her through her childhood home, swung her on the backyard swing, held her close. She led her to the ...
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... head bobbing along to the words like a bouncing-ball sing-along. “But what?” I said. She was silent. It was as though she were trying to retract what she had told me. Her mind was turning something over, then she looked up at me and ...
... head bobbing along to the words like a bouncing-ball sing-along. “But what?” I said. She was silent. It was as though she were trying to retract what she had told me. Her mind was turning something over, then she looked up at me and ...
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