Nathanael West could really write. His first novel Miss Lonely Hears was not great. Some printings pair it with his last novel which aside from both being short.. having nothing in common. Most of his output was in the form of screen plays, and if it didn't lend a visual quality to his prose then the inverse must be true. The Day of the Locust was his most autobiographical work and it shows. Sadly his screen plays mostly became B-movies while his fiction became classics.
"Earle caught the birds one at a time and pulled their heads off before dropping them into his sacks. Then he started back. As he walked along, he held the sack under his left arm. he lifted the birds out with his right hand and plucked them one at a time. Their feathers fell to the ground, point first, weighted down by the tiny drop of blood that trembled on the tips of their quills."
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