A review by gregsaysstuff
The Day of the Locust by Nathanael West

2.0

This was hardly a book. It read more like a series of vignettes where things happen to unlikable people than a cohesive plot, really. It was easy to read, pleasant enough to get through, but nobody was likable enough for me to really want to root for them. It was just like I was passing through an airport in literary form or something.