Charles Willeford began his long career in the fifties, I believe in California, publishing books that were openly called “psychopulp,” and he a master of it. On a jacket (The Woman Chaser, 1960): “Willeford’s best novel. Profound pulp with low sex and high energy.” —The Village Voice. The titles offer an idea: Proletarian Laughter, High Priest of Calif…
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