There is a moment when the lion roars, when the apprentice moves from craftsman to artist. This happened for West as he completed Miss Lonelyhearts. He had worked on it for four years. He had studied the real letters of real people, tales of their suffering. He worked to find a form for them, an artful form. And he did. Miss L is the fourteen stages of the cross, plus a prologue of suffering. Each chapter, as he said, is like a frame of a comic strip. It is a graphic novel, without graphics.
So, at the age of 30, West became an artist, an artistic force. He created a work of art that would live forever. And for it, well, as his biography shows, he was punished. But he did rise again. He did make another and another, and so on. This is the unanswerable question, still now. Why?
Art is a kite that never falls from the sky, and so on.