It was 70 years ago that Nathan Wallenstein Weinstein, under his de-Jewed name, published The Day of the Locust, and, for some reason, a new edition of the double-play of it plus Miss Lonelyhearts was just produced, even though the old edition of the two books together was perfect in every way. This one has a preface by Jonathan Lethem. Which, I didn't need it then, why did I need it now? And unless it mentions Mulholland Drive, I don't want anyway. Still, there is a nice appreciation of West and the book today, and I'm happy enough that people still care.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
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I like the part where they run around and burn stuff but don't even know why. Oh, I know why: the media made them do it.
It's hard to say Nathanael West Johnathan Lethem really fast. Try it!
My Tivo teeved Lonelyhearts (Tivo has stern instructions with respect to Myrna Loy movies) and it was too sad to watch. Not for the story, but rather because poor Montgomery Clift looks like his beautiful self from some angles and is unrecognizable from others. Sigh.
Which one of you guys is Shrike? And don't say it is Mr. Cho.
Pee-hole bandit.
Ms. McAleer, above, would do well to read it.
OOOH. I didn't want to say it! But I'll cosign it.
You guys are mean. But, tragedy + time, etc.