Underworld by Jude Watson

Author:Jude Watson
Language: eng
Format: mobi, azw3, epub
Tags: Young Adult, Childrens, Action & Adventure, Fantasy, Extraterrestrial Beings, Juvenile Fiction, Star Wars Fiction, Fantasy & Magic, General, Science Fiction, Adventure, Life on Other Planets, Voyages and Travels, Rescues, Media Tie-In
ISBN: 9780439681360
Publisher: Scholastic
Published: 2005-12-01T00:00:00+00:00

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The statue in the marbled niche had the thighs and calves of a man, a man’s bundled muscles in the forearms, but the figure in fact was biblical Eve, tight-breasted, with an apple in her hands and the sloping shoulders of a fullback.

And why not. The evening had the slightly scattered air of some cross-referenced event. Klara wandered through the grand foyer, among the early arrivals, and what a happy buzz they generated, mostly men in fact, and this was interesting. Look at the lean sleek geometry and gunmetal surfaces, the draped mirrors and long chandeliers, it was an art deco palace, burnished steel and chrome, a sense of machine-age completion, and fairly refined in tone except for the mural.

The lobby crowd loved the mural. An enormous mystical vision, sixty feet by forty, with a sort of Lost Horizon motif, situated above the staircase and contoured in a gentle curve so that the craggy peaks of the painting were captured in the towering mirrors, extending the enchanted effect over much of the lobby. Amber mists, a cloaked old man with a staff, a cluster of flamingos standing in the alpenglow—a vision so steeped in kitsch you could die just by buying the postcard.

Yes, this was Radio City Music Hall, a place Klara had last visited when she was thirteen probably, about a year after the doors opened—showplace of the nation. She remembered the soaring walls and carpeted stairs. She remembered the powder room, that’s what she remembered, downstairs, in the grand lounge.

She watched Miles Lightman weave through the crowd, doing a couple of pirouettes as he approached, taking in the full 360, eyes slightly popping.

“Where are we, in a model room at Bloomingdale’s?”

“We’re in 1932, that’s where we are.”

“It’s sort of I-don’t-know-what, isn’t it?”

“Jazz moderne,” Klara said.

“Can you believe I’ve never been here?”

She was surprised to see that Miles had dressed for the occasion. Many people had and so had Miles, to the extent that he dresses. He wore his scuffed boots and jeans but also had a leopard shirt and mustard tie and a black corduroy jacket with an Edwardian flare.

They watched a man come down the grand staircase, feigning injury as he went past the mural. Miles had a package of cigarettes for Klara. While they waited he gave her further background on the event.

The event was a showing of the legendary lost film of Sergei Eisenstein, called Unterwelt, recently found in East Germany, meticulously restored and brought to New York under the aegis of the film society Miles belonged to, a remarkable coup for the group. After a period of maneuvering, infighting and hard bargaining they managed to reach an agreement with several rock impresarios and arranged to cosponsor this one-time screening, with orchestral accompaniment, in a house seating nearly six thousand people.

“How do you explain the turnout?” Klara said. “A lot of gay men in this lobby.”

“I think you ought to see the film and figure it out for yourself. I’ll only tell you

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