Word: locust
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...MANY of the songs. Dylan has turned from asking the questions to giving some answers. Sensing that they are probably all wrong, he gives a lot of them. His most frequent theme is escape. At the end of the ceremony recounted in "Locust," Dylan says...
Despite his disregard for the preppy stereotype, Montgomery has apparently done a pretty good job of emulating it. There is no Middle American in his Locust Valley Lockjaw, and according to an acquaintance of his, "He's the kind of guy you find in Sakes Fifth Avenue the day after freshman registration buying striped ties and top-siders to replace his high school sweat shirt and basketball sneakers...
...Nathaniel West (who died in an automobile accident) been writing after the advent of the L.A. freeway system and Ralph Williams used-car lots, one suspects that Tod Hackett's apocalyptic vision in Day of the Locust would have been a mammoth car pile-up rather than "The Burning of Los Angeles." (Instead, Godard has provided us with the end-of-the-world traffic jam in his 1968 Weekend...
Like West's other books, The Day of the Locust (1939) is essentially a loose society of sketches that enlarge a theme. The World's Illusion is objectified as Hollywood, and Hollywood is personified in Faye Greener, a bitch every man in the book is after. There are no full-fleshed characters, but the book is scaled like a snake with glittering little momentary selves: studio Eskimos, horseparlor dwarfs, rentable Texans and a legion of sad-eyed nobodies who have "come to California to die." Eros is their ethos, violence their pastime. They drift toward a climax...
...Hurt the Pain." The Day of the Locust sold only 1,464 copies, but in 1940 West made up to $600 a week as a scriptwriter; that same year he married Eileen McKenney, the real-life model for the heroine of My Sister Eileen. Now at last he could buy time to write a big novel. But West's time was used up. In December 1940, he ran a stop sign and smashed into another car, killing his wife and himself...