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FREE READ ☆ The Day of the Locust Ò The Day of the Locust is a novel about Hollywood and its corrupting touch about the American dream turned into a sun drenched California nightmare Nathaniel West's Hollywood is not the glamorous home of the stars but a seedy world of little people some hopeful some despairing all twisted by their by their own Rayal of a world that mocks the real and rewards the sham turns its back on love to plunge into empty sex and breeds a savage violence that is its own undoing this novel stands as a classic indictment of all that is most extravagant and uncontrolled in American li. The Day of the Locust Nathanael WestThe Day of the Locust is a 1939 novel by American author Nathanael West set in Hollywood California The novel follows a young artist from the Yale School of Fine Arts named Tod Hackett who has been hired by a Hollywood studio to do scene design and painting In 1998 the Modern Library ranked The Day of the Locust seventy third on its list of the 100 best English language novels of the 20th centuryTod Hackett is the novel's protagonist He moves from the east coast to Hollywood California in search of inspiration for his next painting The novel is set in the 1930's during the Great Depression Tod falls in love with Faye Greener an aspiring starlet who lives nearby but Faye only loves men who are good looking or have money Tod is simply a good hearted man the kind Faye likes He imagines that loving her would compare to jumping from a skyscraper and screaming to the ground Tod wants to throw himself at her no matter what the cost Throughout the novel Tod fantasizes about having a sexual encounter with Faye as an act of rape Every time he imagines raping her reality interrupts his fantasy before he can complete the act Scenes are interrupted prior to their climax freuently throughout the novel تاریخ نخستین خوانش نسخه اصلی روز چهارم ماه آوریل سال 2020میلادیعنوان روز ملخ؛ نویسنده ناتانیل وست؛ مترجم علی کهربائی؛ تهران، فرهنگ نشر نو، 1398؛ در 222ص؛ شابک 9786004901314؛ موضوع داستانهای نویسندگان امریکایی سده 20ماین رمان کلاسیک، حاصل تجارب «ناتانیل وست» در هالیوود است؛ کتابی که هفتاد و سومین عنوان از فهرست یکصد رمان برتر جهان است؛ امیدوارم کتاب به زودی منتشر شودتاریخ بهنگام رساینی 22071399هجری خورشیدی؛ ا شربیانی

The Day of the LocustRayal of a world that mocks the real and rewards the sham turns its back on love to plunge into empty sex and breeds a savage violence that is its own undoing this novel stands as a classic indictment of all that is most extravagant and uncontrolled in American li. The Day of the Locust Nathanael WestThe Day of the Locust is a 1939 novel by American author Nathanael West set in Hollywood California The novel follows a young artist from the Yale School of Fine Arts named Tod Hackett who has been hired by a Hollywood studio to do scene design and painting In 1998 the Modern Library ranked The Day of the Locust seventy third on its list of the 100 best English language novels of the 20th centuryTod Hackett is the novel's protagonist He moves from the east coast to Hollywood California in search of inspiration for his next painting The novel is set in the 1930's during the Great Depression Tod falls in love with Faye Greener an aspiring starlet who lives nearby but Faye only loves men who are good looking or have money Tod is simply a good hearted man the kind Faye likes He imagines that loving her would compare to jumping from a skyscraper and screaming to the ground Tod wants to throw himself at her no matter what the cost Throughout the novel Tod fantasizes about having a sexual encounter with Faye as an act of rape Every time he imagines raping her reality interrupts his fantasy before he can complete the act Scenes are interrupted prior to their climax freuently throughout the novel تاریخ نخستین خوانش نسخه اصلی روز چهارم ماه آوریل سال 2020میلادیعنوان روز ملخ؛ نویسنده ناتانیل وست؛ مترجم علی کهربائی؛ تهران، فرهنگ نشر نو، 1398؛ در 222ص؛ شابک 9786004901314؛ موضوع داستانهای نویسندگان امریکایی سده 20ماین رمان کلاسیک، حاصل تجارب «ناتانیل وست» در هالیوود است؛ کتابی که هفتاد و سومین عنوان از فهرست یکصد رمان برتر جهان است؛ امیدوارم کتاب به زودی منتشر شودتاریخ بهنگام رساینی 22071399هجری خورشیدی؛ ا شربیانی

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The Day of the Locust Ü The Day of the Locust is a novel about Hollywood and its corrupting touch about the American dream turned into a sun drenched California nightmare Nathaniel West's Hollywood is not the glamorous home of the stars but a seedy world of little people some hopeful som. ”Where else could they go but California the land of sunshine and orangesOnce there they discover that sunshine isn’t enoughThey realize that they’ve been tricked and burn with resentment Every day of their lives they read newspapers and went to the movies Both fed them on lynchings murder sex crimes explosions wrecks love nests fires miracles revolutions wars The daily diet made sophisticates of them The sun is a joke Oranges can’t titillate their jaded palates Nothing can ever be violent enough to make taut their slack minds and bodies They have been cheated and betrayed They have slaved and saved for nothing” Just before he was assassinated President Abraham Lincoln shared his fervent wish to visit California as soon as his term of office was over California almost from from the moment it was admitted into the Union has been a destination for Americans to dream about California has been promoted to the world as a place brimming with money unbelievable opportunities incredible weather and beautiful people Where else could the magic of the movies be conjuredAll one has to do is to move to California to start evolving into a glamorous and successful person right Well maybe that works for some but for most of those people washing up on the shores of California it turns out that the same reflection shows up in the mirrors in the Golden State as it did in Nebraska Michigan and Georgia Even kissed by sunshine and ocean breezes the same eyes the same mug the same problems stare right back at them Tod Hackett lands a job at the studios painting and designing scenery for movies He had graduated from the University of Yale with a Fine Arts degree and left for California practically before the ink on his diploma was dry During his off hours he works on a artwork called The Burning of Los Angeles The painting is taking on all the tones of all his frustrations including his moon calf desires for a beautiful young want to be actress Faye Greener She is as prodigiously untalented as she is exceptionally lovely Her father a chronically ill old vaudeville star spends his days scamming rubes with his slapstick comedy If he can make them laugh he can probably convince them to buy his polish as well Through her father Faye meets Homer Simpson and no as interesting as that would be Matt Groening did not name his famous cartoon character after the Homer in The Day of the Locusts Simpson has moved to California for his health from his home state of Iowa He is repressed sexually and culturally in stereotypical Midwest fashion He allows Faye and her father to move in with him in the hopes that she will eventually succumb to his good nature because he has no conducive charm with which to induce her to fall in love with him There is a growing list of men who all circle around Faye each hoping that she will choose to give herself to them When Tod presses her for a chance at her affection she explains why she can never be with him ”He had nothing to offer her neither money nor looks and she could only love a handsome man and would only let a wealthy man love her Tod was a ‘good hearted man’ and she liked ‘good hearted men’ but only as friends” Tod has been bit in the ass by the old but still prevalent problem of being too nice and by definition not rich enough or dangerous enough to be interesting enough to arouse passion in a silly hearted beautiful girl with her eye on landing a Hollywood prize As a reader I am pulling for Tod to win her but at the same time while trying to conjure a plausible happy future for them being together I find that my imagination is stretched too thin in attempting to invent a scenario where she could be happy with Tod or one where he could ever be ideal enough to keep her Tod becomes so desperate and is so consumed by lust for her that he even daydreams about various situations where he forces himself upon herMeanwhile his painting is taking on darker and darker overtones The novel finishes with a flourish at a gathering of people waiting to see the stars arrive for a movie premier at Mr Khan’s Pleasure Dome What occurs might have just as easily been a scene in the Mel Gibson movie Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome The revelations are shocking and certainly bleak but I was left wondering about Tod’s state of mind by the end of the novel Is he finally free of any delusions about people or has he lost his mind rather than letting go of his belief in humanity Nathanael WestThis is a hard hitting novel set against the backdrop of the dirty thirties when desperate times showed us the very best and very worst of people Nathanael West paints this picture with a cruel thick brush with slashing nerve wracking splashes of expression this snarled bundle of dark emotions is ready to explode when reason slips the bonds of containment and all of that pent up resentment disappointment loneliness heartache and failure is allowed to escapeThe American Dream in West’s California is a chimera an oasis in a desert created by a moisture starved mind If you wish to see of my most recent book and movie reviews visit also have a Facebook blogger page at REVIEW å NATURAL-TREATMENT.CO.UK ↠ Nathanael West

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Nathanael West ↠ 1 FREE READ E despairing all twisted by their by their own desires from the ironically romantic artist narrator to a macho movie cowboy a middle aged innocent from America's heartland and the hard as nails call girl would be star whom they all lust after An unforgettable port. As some of you know I came dangerously close to packing it in and moving to Los Angeles this winter I'm from California originally but the other California up the Five a ways and then off to the left Where I grew up people speak of LA in the same disgusted dismissive and morbidly fascinated tones they used to talk about Michael Jackson before he died The Bay Area is majorly creeped out by the weirdo plastic surgery disaster of dubious morals that is Los Angeles We hate it for its car culture I guess though we drive up there too maybe a little for the vapidly sunny weather ours isn't bad either but really what we hate its Entertainment Industry and everything related everything that represents We are deeply suspicious and insanely resentful of the mindless soulless crap produced by Hollywood of shallow surface beauty of glitzy superficiality and the tinseled out dreams and the depressing nightmares we vaguely suspect they must engender According to Berkeley LA is full of beautiful idiots who are banally bad people; we on the other hand are homely unkempt sincere neurotics who drink great coffee and ride our bestickered bikes earnestly to independent bookstores We are a trustworthy people that judges men women or otherwise gender identified individuals based on their progressive political views and doctoral dissertations not on the size of their chests their last picture's gross or the sparkle of their smiles LA is soul killing And it's boring and uglyAnyway I'm getting a little off topic here but I wanted to give some background about my personal programming regarding Hell A and especially my horror of Hollywood and its spawn People in New York are sometimes freaked out by LA but for sort of different reasons or in a different way in any case and it was only when I'd tell old Bay Area friends I was moving that their visceral horror drove home the insanity of what I had planned Why would you ever move there they would cry The driving ugh and the the people the MOVIE PEOPLE They're all MOVIE PEOPLEI know I know I'd say But I love the weather It was February in New York and I wanted to kill myself And I really really really missYou missI miss the produceThis is the truth I nearly moved to Los Angeles in large part because I haven't eaten a decent fruit or vegetable in six years This is one of those things you just take for granted growing up in California that pretty much any produce you buy is grown reasonably close and fairly recently and that large uantities of it can be easily procured pretty much anywhere all year round This is simply not the case in New York City The first time I saw lettuce in a supermarket here I almost started crying It looked like something that had been strangled by a serial killer in the Central Valley stuffed in the trunk of a battered Impala driven to Brooklyn the long way via Mexico dumped in an alley behind the store chewed on by some rats rejected by them then brought inside and offered for sale at something like 3 a head This kind of lettuce is fairly standard here Of course if you're willing to shell out serious cash you can get something prettier but you'll notice that will have been grown in California too if it's even domestic I know how shitty I feel after traveling across the country and I don't want eat something that's undergone that ordeal My solution to dealing with this situation has been to stop eating vegetables so I basically just survive on pizza and bagels which are both way better here and by smoking a pack of mentholated cigarettes whenever I get an artichoke cravingAnyway for reasons too unbearably shocking and sordid to get into here I did not wind up moving to LA so I'm still here in New York This took some adjustment especially since it's been late March for about five months now it just rains all the time and is generally shitty I spend one to three hours every day in an underground tunnel usually with my face pressed into some stranger's reeking armpit I trudge through the streets like a goddamn mule with my bookbag over one shoulder gym stuff on the other feeling incredibly frumpy and oppressed I stagger miles in my heels with my life on my back usually in the rain having graphic fantasies about what it must like to have a trunk A trunk in one's car which one drives to the supermarket and loads up with Trader Joe's junkfood and a bounty of produce fresh inexpensive delicious produce full of nutrients and joyOkay so the other day I got off work and you know what It wasn't raining Finally And I felt pretty good I left work and stopped by my friend's bar in Tribeca to shoot the shit a little on the way to my gym then left him with a little spring in my step thinking well this New York City livin' ain't really so bad It's nice to be able to live one's life on foot to pay social calls and run errands in a glamorous neighborhood and who cares it's one so chichi I'd never be able to live there no matter what unexpected turns my life happens to take I can stroll from my office stop and visit a friend stroll onto the gym and then do a nice long run up alongside the Hudson River Is this really so bad It is not It is notI felt some kind of something settle in me then and at that moment I made a new kind of peace with staying in New York You can have uality of life in this city I thought as the summer evening sunshine fell on the cobblestone streets and then there as if to reward me as I turned the corner was a huge gorgeous sign for the Tribeca Farmers MarketMy heart actually did swell at this point like it does when the music goes in some great old movie I've never uite understood why there isn't a Tribeca Farmers Market seeing as how it's um the epicenter for well heeled baby producers who live for just that sort of thing And this was really the farmers market to end all farmers markets Like pretty much everything in Tribeca it gleamed with a patina of expensive specialness that made you just want to buy it And because it was new it wasn't crowded at all even though it was huge and really seemed to have everything I don't really go to the Farmers Markets around here too much mostly because they all seem to close down before I get off work and then the ones that don't like the closest one to me Saturdays in Park Slope always seem to be some big clusterfuck of strollers and pushing and reuire a lot planning and stamina than I feel they're worthBut this Tribeca one was great All the produce looked incredible heaped up in these jewel toned piles of locally grown organic goodness Apples carrots greens onions handmade honey handmade cheese handmade yogurt handmade colorful signs in the stalls all of it just real beautiful and so picturesue And I strolled through this slowly not stopping yet just taking it in as I blissfully thought Oh fuck you Los Angeles New York has it all This place is amazing Why would I leave when everything's here I can live here no problem and I won't starveI was walking behind these two Scandinavian tourists who'd stopped a little ahead of me to talk to one of the farmers And what a farmer this guy was The loveliest farmer for the loveliest farmers market he was straight from Central Casting eyes twinkling in his kindly weathered face greying hair peeking out from his slightly battered fruit selling hat and curling down over his sun reddened ears I slowed down to hear what he was telling the women who now seemed to be looking around in confusion The farmer had just said something about Jennifer LopezWait what I interrupted That's when I noticed the lady with the clipboard who'd just started yelling Did you just say this is a setThe farmer grinned and shrugged apologetically We're making a movieOf course you are I mumbled shoulders sagging suddenly from the weight of my bags Of course there's no Tribeca Farmers MarketI wish there was the farmer said Try Union SuarePLACES the woman with the clipboard shriekedThe farmer headed back to his stall and I split As I stalked down the block furiously spinning the ball of my Blackberry the only fruit there's no shortage of in this town apparently an LA looking type clearly crapping his linen pants screamed in my face I've got a camera coming through here Who's letting all these goddamn people walk on this streetOh fuck you I snarled I live here Go back to LASo I was really mad when this happened but pretty soon afterwards I decided I liked it I decided something else too which is that LA is great because Hollywood's great and Hollywood's great because it's such a wonderful durable flexible metaphor You know the cliche about how things become cliches The Hollywood metaphor's a great cliche It's like a basic formulaic plot that's been used a thousand times and actually a surprisingly large number of movies and books based on it are pretty fabulous The Day of the Locust isn't the best of them but it's notable in part because it was written fairly early 1939 but because West's own cocktail of sparkling style and abject nihilism is so well suited to the topicThis book has aged in a couple jarring ways like that one of the characters is named Homer Simpson which you'd think would be fun but for me was actually a terrible distraction The story is the basic Hollywood eats your soul plot I guess except it's extremely bleak and depraved and hardcore and almost psychedelic and really lovely and beautiful in a certain kind of way I didn't think it was the greatest thing ever and actually They Shoot Horses Don't They made a much bigger impact on me though this take on Hollywood in the thirties was way Literary and specifically about Hollywood The Day of the Locust is ultimately a weird but sturdy little black comedy that should be mandatory summer reading for anyone with an interest in Hollywood and riffs on its themes which should be most people reallyWhy Because we were totally wrong about LA growing up in the Bay Area The entertainment industry isn't a dull fluffy fun date movie that's too dumb to think about Hollywood is ten thousand times fucked up and fascinating than anything in Berkeley and that's why LA's amazing We didn't get what Hollywood was looking down at it from the North and thinking there was nothing there beneath all that surface There's shit crawling around like crazy under the glitter and makeup which has been pointed out so many times because it truly is a great theme Hollywood is a fake Farmers Market when you hate your life and you just need fresh greenbeans Hollywood is fake sets and fake people and gorgeous canyons full of flowers and aspiring slutty starlets and cynical desperate men and sleazy Racing Form dwarves and cockfighting cowboys and sexy Mexicans and bizarre out of place costumes and studios and teuila and rapes and illegal abortions and frightening stage mothers of psychotic child actors and riots and murders and fifty other kinds of insanity I'm flipping through and remembering this is actually a pretty awesome book David Lynch could do an amazing adaptation of this Why hasn't he It'd be deadlyOkay that's enough procrastination for one night or maybe even for a lifetime I'm going to go eat some withered spinach out of a bag now and cry myself to sleep