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Nathanael West was born Nathan Weinstein in New York City on October 17th, 1903. Nathanel didn’t really appreciate the qualities of an academic education. He forged his high school transcript to gain admission to Tufts and to get into Brown University appropriated the transcript of a fellow Tufts student who, conveniently, was also named Nathan Weinstein. However he did read extensively; French surrealists and British and Irish poets of the 1890s with a focus on unusual literary styles and content. Moving to Paris for three months he changed his name to Nathanael West. With his family hit by financial problems in the late 1920s he returned home to a on off career in construction before becoming night manager of the Hotel Kenmore Hall in Manhattan. In 1931, Nathanael published The Dream Life of Balso Snell, a novel conceived in college. He was by now friendly with such writers as William Carlos Williams and Dashiell Hammett. Although West had been writing since college, it was only at this job that he found enough time to write. By 1933 he published Miss Lonelyhearts. In 1933, he was summoned to Hollywood as a contract scriptwriter for Columbia Pictures. With the advent of 1934 he published a third novel, A Cool Million. None of his works sold well and his finances were always under strain. He continued to work in Hollywood mainly on B Movies. Although the films were poor he was able to use the experiences to great effect for his classic tale The Day of the Locust. On December 22, 1940, West and his wife Eileen McKenney were returning to Los Angeles from a hunting trip in Mexico. West ran a stop sign in El Centro, California, resulting in a collision in which he and Eileen were both killed. Nathanael West was buried in Mount Zion Cemetery in Queens, New York, with his wife's ashes placed in his coffin.
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Miss Lonelyhearts - Nathanael West
Miss Lonelyhearts by Nathanael West
Nathanael West was born Nathan Weinstein in New York City on October 17th, 1903.
Nathanel didn’t really appreciate the qualities of an academic education. He forged his high school transcript to gain admission to Tufts and to get into Brown University appropriated the transcript of a fellow Tufts student who, conveniently, was also named Nathan Weinstein. However he did read extensively; French surrealists and British and Irish poets of the 1890s with a focus on unusual literary styles and content.
Since Jewish students were not allowed to join most fraternities, his main friend was his future brother-in-law S. J. Perelman, a soon to be comic genius. West, in spite of his lack of effort, dig graduate from Brown with a degree.
Moving to Paris for three months he changed his name to Nathanael West. With his family hit by financial problems in the late 1920s he returned home to a on off career in construction before becoming night manager of the Hotel Kenmore Hall in Manhattan.
In 1931, Nathanael published The Dream Life of Balso Snell, a novel conceived in college. He was by now friendly with such writers as William Carlos Williams and Dashiell Hammett.
Although West had been writing since college, it was only at this job that he found enough time to write. By 1933 he published Miss Lonelyhearts.
In 1933, he was summoned to Hollywood as a contract scriptwriter for Columbia Pictures.
With the advent of 1934 he published a third novel, A Cool Million.
None of his works sold well and his finances were always under strain. He continued to work in Hollywood mainly on B Movies. Although the films were poor he was able to use the experiences to great effect for his classic tale The Day of the Locust.
In November 1939 he switched studios to work for RKO Radio Pictures and worked on a screenplay that was eventually assigned to Alfred Hitchcock and became Suspicion. But Hitchcock already had his own adaptation and the screenplay lapsed into obscurity.
On December 22, 1940, West and his wife Eileen McKenney were returning to Los Angeles from a hunting trip in Mexico. West ran a stop sign in El Centro, California, resulting in a collision in which he and Eileen were both killed.
Eileen had been the inspiration for the title character in the Broadway play My Sister Eileen, and she and West had been scheduled to fly to New York City for the Broadway opening on December 26.
Nathanael West was buried in Mount Zion Cemetery in Queens, New York, with his wife's ashes placed in his coffin.
Index Of Contents
MISS LONELYHEARTS, HELP ME, HELP ME
MISS LONELYHEARTS AND THE DEAD PAN
MISS LONELYHEARTS AND THE LAMB
MISS LONELYHEARTS AND THE FAT THUMB
MISS LONELYHEARTS AND THE CLEAN OLD MAN
MISS LONELYHEARTS AND MRS. SHRIKE
MISS LONELYHEARTS ON A FIELD TRIP
MISS LONELYHEARTS IN THE DISMAL SWAMP
MISS LONELYHEARTS IN THE COUNTRY
MISS LONELYHEARTS RETURNS
MISS LONELYHEARTS AND THE CRIPPLE
MISS LONELYHEARTS PAYS A VISIT
MISS LONELYHEARTS ATTENDS A PARTY
MISS LONELYHEARTS AND THE PARTY DRESS
MISS LONELYHEARTS HAS A RELIGIOUS EXPERIENCE
MISS LONELYHEARTS, HELP ME, HELP ME
The Miss Lonelyhearts of The New York Post-Dispatch (Are-you-in-trouble? Do-you-need-advice? Write-to-Miss-Lonelyhearts-and-she-will-help-you) sat at his desk and stared at a piece of white cardboard. On it a prayer had been printed by Shrike, the feature editor.
"Soul of Miss L, glorify me.
Body of Miss L, nourish me
Blood of Miss L, intoxicate me.
Tears of Miss L, wash me.
Oh good Miss L, excuse my plea,
And hide me in your heart,
And defend me from mine enemies.
Help me, Miss L, help me, help me.
In saecula saeculorum. Amen."
Although the deadline was less than a quarter of an hour away, he was still working on his leader. He had gone as far as: Life is worth while, for it is full of dreams and peace, gentleness and ecstasy, and faith that burns like a clear white flame on a grim dark altar.
But he found it impossible to continue. The letters were no longer funny. He could not go on finding the same joke funny thirty times a day for months on end. And on most days he received more than thirty letters, all of them alike, stamped from the dough of suffering with a heart-shaped cookie knife.
On his desk were piled those he had received this morning. He started through them again, searching for some clue to a sincere answer.
Dear Miss Lonelyhearts
I am in such pain I dont know what to do sometimes I think I will kill myself my kidneys hurt so much. My husband thinks no woman can be a good catholic and not have children irregardless of the pain. I was married honorable from our church but I never knew what married life meant as I never was told about man and wife. My grandmother never told me and she was the only mother I had but made a big mistake by not telling me as it dont pay to be innocent and is only a big disappointment. I have 7 children in 12 yrs and ever since the last 2 I have been so sick. I was operated on twice and my husband promised no more children on the doctors advice as he said I might die but when I got back from the hospital he broke his promise and now I am going to have a baby and I dont think I can stand it my kidneys hurt so much. I am so sick and scared because I cant have an abortion on account of being a catholic and my husband so religious. I cry all the time it hurts so much and I dont know what to do.
Yours respectfully,
Sick-of-it-all
Miss Lonelyhearts threw the letter into an open drawer and lit a cigarette.
Dear Miss Lonelyhearts
I am sixteen years old now and I dont know what to do and would appreciate it if you could tell me what to do. When I was a little girl it was not so bad because I got used to the kids on the block makeing fun of me, but now I would like to have boy friends like the other girls and go out on Saturday nites, but no boy will take me because I was born without a nose, although I am a good dancer and have a nice shape and my father buys me pretty clothes.
I sit and look at myself all day and cry. I have a big hole in the middle of my face that scares people even myself so I cant blame the boys for not wanting to take me out. My mother loves me, but she crys terrible when she looks at me.
What did I do to deserve such a terrible bad fate? Even if I did do some bad things I didnt do any before I was a year old and I was born this way. I asked Papa and he says he doesnt know, but that maybe I did something in the other