After Rupert Pole, Nin’s “west coast husband” and literary executor, died in 2006, I was asked by members of the Anaïs Nin Trust to help clean and organize Anaïs’s Los Angeles studio, which had fallen into serious disrepair. Among the treasures I found during the cleanup was a manila folder tucked in one of the many crammed shelves with the simple words “Father Letters” written on the cover in Anaïs’s hand.
