takashikumamoto

This was my first read in a year-long journey of Los Angeles-based novels. What a way to start. In Miss Lonelyhearts Nathanael West provides a balance I need between true noir and the Bukowski adored by my early 20s. The Day of the Locusts was my first true LA read (not to be confused with super producer L.A. Reid). The story itself took me through me new town, to places both known and completely unfamiliar. While doing so, West creates a series of love triangles and an exploration of love and obsession in much more real ways than the word "genuine" adequately captures. This all builds to a maddening riot and one of the finest conclusions to a story I have ever experienced, all while capturing the Hollywood fetish required by a true LA novel. To any type-A editors who would actually take the time to message me about such things, all tense changes are intentional.

2022-11-14 16:48