Richard Kaye remembers David Daniel , among others, in The New York Review of Books' blog.
.......Or else he would phone me very late at night and tell me, between drags on his cigarette, about his day scraping together an income with various magazines but also about the world. It usually involved some of the celebrated people in his life—particularly three women, “Suzanne,” “Arlene,” “Pauline,” an imposing cultural law firm of abbreviated assonance. David was not only a lover of ballet but also a serious-minded critic of dance, although one with a serious writer’s block and some legendary setbacks. He once explained to me that he had completed a manuscript, a biographical/critical account of the ballerina Suzanne Farrell that had been under contract, but he had left it in a taxi. He was never able to retrieve it and he had no copy.