An Object Of Beauty: A Novel (2010) - Plot & Excerpts
LACEY CHECKED IN at the gallery late Monday, stopped by the front desk, and asked Donna if there were any messages. “Yes, one from the Goodman Gallery and one from Patrice Claire.” “Were the messages for me or Mr. Talley?” she said, hiding her exasperation. “I’m not sure.” “Did Mr. Claire ask for me?” “Yes, he did.” “Did he leave a number?” “He said he’s at that hotel… down the street?” “The Carlyle?” “Yes.” Impeccable and expensive, the Carlyle Hotel was art central. Its tower stood over Madison Avenue like a beacon. Buyers and dealers came to the Carlyle from around the world, but they were social pikers next to the princes and princesses, presidents, prime ministers, and mysterious international travelers who amassed there, and who thought nothing of paying sixteen dollars for a glass of room service orange juice and who didn’t blink when the occasional actor crossed the lobby wearing jeans and a headband.
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