Joan Didion writes through ‘Blue Nights’: The process tested the writer’s resolve, but the book about her late daughter is even more personal than “The Year of Magical Thinking.”
Photo: Joan Didion, pictured in 2007. Credit: Liz O. Baylen / Los Angeles Times
Joan Didion, one of the greatests.
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by Joan Didion
Some Dreamers of the Golden Dream
This is a story about love and death in the golden land, and begins with the country. The San Bernardino Valley lies only an hour east of Los Angeles by way of the San Bernardino Freeway but is in certain ways an alien place: not the coastal California of subtropical twilights but a harsher California, haunted by the Mohave just beyond the mountains.
The Santa Ana
I have neither heard nor read that a Santa Ana is due, but I know it, and almost everyone I have seen today knows it too. We know it because we feel it. The baby frets. The maid sulks. I rekindle a waning argument with the telephone company, then cut my losses and lie down, given over to whatever it is in the air.
My reverence for water has always taken the form of this constant meditation upon where the water is, of an obsessive interest not in the politics of water but in the waterworks themselves, in the movement of water through aqueducts and siphons and pumps and forebays and afterbays and weirs and drains, in plumbing on the grand scale.
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