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    The Dream Life of Balso Snell
    The Dream Life of Balso Snell
    The Dream Life of Balso Snell
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    The Dream Life of Balso Snell

    By Nathanael West

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    West's first novel, it presents a young man's immature and cynical search for meaning in a series of dreamlike encounters inside the entrails of the Trojan Horse. Balso, the protagonist, comes across the Trojan Horse in the tall grass around Troy and promptly seeks a way to get in: 'the mouth was beyond his reach, the navel provided a cul-de-sac, and so, forgetting his dignity, he approached the last. O Anus Mirabilis!'
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBooks on Demand
    Release dateMay 3, 2021
    ISBN9783753453743
    The Dream Life of Balso Snell
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    Nathanael West

    Born in New York City in 1903 as Nathan Weinstein, American writer Nathanael West was known both for his novels and for his career as a screenwriter. Uninterested in academics while attending college, West graduated without prospects and worked miscellaneous jobs before employment as a night manager in a hotel finally provided him with time to dedicate to his true passion—writing. West began working on several books and published his first work, The Dream Life of Balso Snell, in 1931, and Miss Lonelyhearts—now considered to be his masterpiece—followed soon after. Now working as a screenwriter for Columbia Pictures, West’s experience in the film industry served as inspiration for his 1939 novel, The Day of the Locust. Though he published four novels and two plays during his lifetime, West’s work was not widely recognized until after his death.

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      The Dream Life of Balso Snell - Nathanael West

      The Dream Life of Balso Snell

      LUNATA

      The Dream Life of Balso Snell

      Nathanael West

      The Dream Life of Balso Snell

      © 1931 by Nathaniel West

      ISBN 9783753453743

      Herstellung und Verlag: BoD - Books on Demand, Norderstedt

      © Lunata Berlin 2021

      Contents

      The Dream Life of Balso Snell

      To A. S.

      "After all, my dear fellow,

      life, Anaxagoras has said,

      is a journey."

      BERGOTTE

      While walking in the tall grass that has sprung up around the city of Troy, Balso Snell came upon the famous wooden horse of the Greeks. A poet, he remembered Homer’s ancient song and decided to find a way in.

      On examining the horse, Balso found that there were but three openings: the mouth, the navel, and the posterior opening of the alimentary canal. The mouth was beyond his reach, the navel proved a cul-de-sac, and so, forgetting his dignity, he approached the last. O Anus Mirabilis!

      Along the lips of the mystic portal he discovered writings which after a little study he was able to decipher. Engraved in a heart pierced by an arrow and surmounted by the initial N, he read, Ah! Qualis … Artifex … Pereo! Not to be outdone by the actor-emperor, Balso carved with his penknife another heart and the words O Byss! O Abyss! O Anon! O Anan! omitting, however, the arrow and his initial.

      Before entering he prayed:

      O Beer! O Meyerbeer! O Bach! O Offenbach! Stand me now as ever in good stead.

      Balso immediately felt like the One at the Bridge, the Two in the Bed, the Three in the Boat, the Four on Horseback, the Seven Against Thebes. And with a high heart he entered the gloom of the foyer-like lower intestine.

      After a little while, seeing no one and hearing nothing, Balso began to feel depressed. To keep his heart high and yet out of his throat, he made a song.

      Round as the Anus

      Of a Bronze Horse

      Or the Tender Buttons

      Used by Horses for Ani

      On the Wheels of His Car

      Ringed Round with Brass

      Clamour the Seraphim

      Tongues of Our Lord

      Full Ringing Round

      As the Belly of Silenus

      Giotto Painter of Perfect Circles

      Goes … One Motion Round

      Round and Full

      Round and Full as

      A Brimming Goblet

      The Dew-Loaded Navel Of Mary

      Of Mary Our Mother

      Round and Ringing Full

      As the Mouth of a Brimming Goblet

      The Rust-Laden Holes

      In Our Lord’s Feet.

      Entertain the Jew-Driven Nails.

      He later gave this song various names, the most successful of which were: Anywhere Out of the World, or a Voyage Through the Hole in the Mundane Millstone and At Hoops with the Ani of Bronze Horses, or Toe Holes for a Flight of Fancy.

      But despite the gaiety of his song, Balso did not feel sure of himself. He thought of the Phoenix Excrementi, a race of men he had invented one Sunday afternoon while in bed, and trembled, thinking he might well meet one in this place. And he had good cause to tremble, for the Phoenix Excrementi eat themselves, digest themselves, and give birth to themselves by evacuating their bowels.

      Hoping to attract the attention of an inhabitant, Balso shouted as though overwhelmed by the magnificence of his surroundings:

      O the Rose Gate! O the Moist Garden! O Well! O Fountain! O Sticky Flower! O Mucous Membrane!

      A man with Tours embroidered on his cap stalked out of the shadow. In order to prove a poet’s right to trespass, Balso quoted from his own works:

      If you desire to have two parallel lines meet at once or even in the near future, he said, it is important to make all the necessary arrangements beforehand, preferably by wireless.

      The man ignored his little speech. Sir, he said, you are an ambassador from that ingenious people, the inventors and perfectors of the automatic water-closet, to my people who are the heirs of Greece and Rome. As your own poet has so well put it, ‘The Grandeur that was Greece and the Glory that was Rome’ … I offer you my services as guide. First you will please look to the right where you will see a beautiful Doric prostate gland swollen with gladness and an over-abundance of good cheer.

      This speech made Balso very angry. Inventors of the automatic water-closet, are we? he shouted. Oh, you stinker! Doric, bah! It’s Baptist ‘68, that’s what it is. And no prostate gland either, simply an atrophied pile. You call this dump grand and glorious, do you? Have you ever seen the Grand Central Station, or the Yale Bowl, or the Holland Tunnel, or the New Madison Square Garden? Exposed plumbing, stinker, that’s all I see—and at this late date. It’s criminally backward, do you hear me?

      The guide gave ground before Balso’s rage. Please sir, he said, please … After all, the ages have sanctified this ground, great men have hallowed it. In Rome do as the Romans do.

      Stinker, Balso repeated, but less ferociously this time.

      The guide took heart. "Mind your manners, foreigner. If you don’t like it here, why don’t you go back where you came from? But before you go let me tell you a story—an old tale of my people, rich in local color. And, you force me to say it, apropos, timely. However,

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