Being fresh into the grieving process myself, you may want to skip this review and head onto others.
January 15, I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be whether we find them attractive company or not. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. Photo by Nancy Elison Recently my daughter surprised me with a box of my old notebooks which had been stored for decades in the attic of her childhood home.
But here was the body of proof: In those days I was working as a legal secretary by day and aspiring writer by night, burning the candle at both ends because I was in my twenties and could, which explains why there are so many Latin legal terms jotted in the margins of my memories.
As for all those heartbreaking leaps in the dark, romantic obsessions and daring misalliances, the majority of them have faded in their passionate intensity, leaving only such literary reference notes as a git lower than whale-shite on the bottom of the ocean and His knuckles scraped upon the sidewalk as he tried to walk upright… wisdom gleaned, no doubt, after a few evenings of Margaritas and nachos with sympathetic girlfriends.
Nevertheless, those scribbled passages I did managed to lasso and rope to the page bring me curious wonder. One declaration, in particular, from Saturday, March 29,could be just fluky coincidence, ornery stubbornness or mysterious clairvoyance, an art I had not yet realized was in my personal bag of tricks: This year I want to write.
A writer is someone who completes the act of writing: One really bad page. Thank you, Oscar Wilde. What matters is that you do it. Show up on the page and keep a disciplined schedule so the Muse knows where to find you.
Then, finish the damn thing, whatever it is.
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Turn it in and begin another. The dreamer keeping this notebook tells me: Or I think it would, at any rate. However, she will learn her way, the hard way, the long way, the only way she knows how, on her knees beseeching, Writers Tears on her lips and down her cheeks and falling asleep over the pink typewriter, which explains the black carbon crease on her forehead in the morning.
However, forty years later, I can report the results: The first draft of the Irish novel on yellowing, curled foolscap from the Dark Ages, with its one carbon paper copy is in a file cabinet on the way to me from England.
But finally, the most difficult and harrowing lesson of them all: Still, the question that fascinates me today is how did she do it? How did she become a writer? And why did she become a writer? She certainly had no inclination to do so. Her Mother forced her to attend secretarial school to become employable while she took acting lessons.
So she went to London to act. That Swell Dame had charm, she had cheek, she had pluck but she was incredibly shy and the bravado was all show, as her natural inclination was solitary, even reclusive. I guess I could act after all and so I lived in London, Paris and Ireland for another three years writing about fashion and beginning my play on Sarah Bernhardt.
Eventually she came back home and she taught herself to write by reading and studying the most incredible woman writer of her generation, the incomparable and incandescent Joan Didion.
Joan Didion burst on the scene in when her first book of essays written for magazines were collected into an anthology called Slouching Towards Bethlehem. It combined the research of journalism with literary technique and narrative storytelling. Joan Didion was revelatory.
Joan Didion was unlike anyone I had ever read before or since; she was more a composer creating arias or an illusionist performing sleight of hand magic than a mere journalist using words instead of mystical incantations.
The emotional tension inherent in her sentences suspends the reader on a tightrope of tenacity, intrigue and innuendo. Yet what she does reveal is breath gasping in its piercing honesty that stops you in your tracks. And therein lies the magic.
You read Joan Didion and somehow you believe you are reading about yourself. Just the memory of reading her for the first time while sitting at the bar in a Capitol Hill hangout, the Jenkins Hill Saloon and the flush of excitement she triggered all floods back.
I really knew how to treat my girl good back then. But that Sunday, at the bookstore where I picked up my papers, I caught a glimpse of a book called Slouching Towards Bethlehem.Online Subscription.
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While reading Joan Didion’s essay “On Going Home” one may be reminded of a sense of home and family. In this essay Didion recreates the feeling one gets when one visits a place from the past or while reminiscing about fond memories. Literary icon Joan Didion reflects on her remarkable career and personal struggles in this intimate documentary directed by her nephew, Griffin Dunne.
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