The sun fell down on California. Inside a large beach villa, lights flared. The place belonged to Pete Dagger, all‐star American writer.
Dagger was among the biggest of the writers, perhaps the largest of the era. He was a top multi‐millionaire popular artist who was loved by the critics. He was huge with the academics, who sucked from his marrow, and also with the cynics in the underground, who were hot and bothered by his slashing, ripping style and bottomless defiance. Continue reading