This is the saga of Madame Rosenbloom's fashionable establishment in Chicago and of the ladies in her domain. And here is the Jim Tully of "Circus Parade", the forthright Tully whose language is as frank as life itself.
Tully does not pull his punches. The big men and the little ladies for whom Madame Rosenbloom's house is a social center are portrayed with vigor and honesty. The novel is crammed with incident and penetrating word pictures. It is not a story for the squeamish. But if life itself, that robust, lusty segment of life that is here so honestly and brilliantly depicted, does not frighten or shock you, this novel will hold your deepest interest.
Upon initial printing of this book in 1935, copies were seized from the publisher and destroyd by police based on allegations that the material was obscene and blasphemous. It is unknown how many copies survived.
This is the first printing since that time.