Come On Out, Daddy

Come On Out, DaddyHe would say, "Hollywood a prison? What town isn't – for the ones who need walls? I've been in a lot of places and I've never been arrested except for speeding."His friends kept at him. Some of them had worked for the movies and they saw corruption waiting for Gordon Rengs, novelist; sloth, emotional flabbiness, moral shrinkage, a watering-down of values. He was bound, they said, like all tweedy westerers this too late day, all who looked to the far coastal spaces for...