Dreams Die First is another of Harold Robbins’ raunchy tales about sex to fit all tastes.
The story is about Gareth Brendan, Vietnam vet, doing nothing rather unsuccessfully in California when his rich, powerful uncle offers him control of an underground newspaper.
Gareth had tried writing: No one would buy his stuff.
Now his unemployment has run out.
He takes the offer.
Gareth finds he has an aptitude for sleaze.
He goes from the newspaper, to a magazine called Macho which features the “supercunt of the month.”
From there he expands into “Lifestyle” publications and clubs not just for men interested in women.
He’s about to take his company public (I inadvertently typed pubic instead of public. I’ve been reading too much Robbins.) when the operation falls apart.
There’s a happy ending.
Despite his reliance on drugs and alcohol, his violence, and his general stupidity, Gareth is a peach of a guy.
Women love him.
Men, including a prominent California clergyman, love him.
The only people who don’t love him are the FBI, the Narcotics Division of the Treasury Department, Scotland Yard, and the Condor Group of the Mexican Police.
P.S. I’m not too fond of Harold Robbins either.