![]() ![]() ![]() But still I long, I lust, I linger too often over just the idea of Didion. ![]() It isn't like I DON'T know my diet Coke is bad for me and that nothing is ever, EVER as advertised. ![]() I know this is the stuff of cults and hero worship. The one who seems more hard-wrinkled priestess of the California desert than an elderly queen of cool laying in bed with another GD migraine. But it isn't just the young Didion I find attractive. She was sharp, California cool, and seemed to slide clean and straight along a razor-thin line between madness and coldness that was absolutely sane, true and beautiful. We live entirely, especially if we are writers, by the imposition of a narrative line upon disparate images, by the "ideas" with which we have learned to freeze the shifting phantasmagoria which is our actual experience.” - Joan Didion, The White Album I wish I could dance like Fred Astaire and write like Joan Didion. We interpret what we see, select the most workable of the multiple choices. We look for the sermon in the suicide, for the social or moral lesson in the murder of five. We tell ourselves stories in order to live. ![]()
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