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I’ve always wondered how advice columnists keep doing their jobs. They hear so many awful things and are asked so many impossible questions. I wonder how they don’t burn out on reading so much real human misery. Nathanael West’s novella, Miss Lonelyhearts, tells the story of one such advice writer, who is having a spiritual and existential crisis. The otherwise unnamed narrator has read a trio of letters from women who have such agonizing problems that he completely loses the ability to write the kind of platitudes that have made his column a success. Who is he supposed to turn to for advice?
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