Thank God Roth Chose America
CHAPTER ONE (England) Disillusioned, angry and feeling like whoring, Rothschild Cape stood outside the publishing house of Byron and Shakespeare, rejected manuscript under his arm. He watched a lady riding sidesaddle eating grapes but holding her nose as she passed the horse-drawn night-cart that ought to have been off the streets at that time of day. Roth loved whores but so many of them here in London were diseased with pocked-faces. Perhaps he should sail for America where the skies were...