Learning (Once Again) from Joan Didion

There’s time now that graduation is over and my grades have been turned in to begin reading in earnest again, and I’ve done so, with Michael Martone’s Michael Martone (a collection of quasi-fictive/quasi-nonfictive contributor’s notes about which I take back everything I’ve said over the past week regarding the demand for factual purity in writing; I want to know everything in that book that is true solely to bask in the thing’s pure truthness), and now I’m about halfway through Didion’s After Henry.

It’s an essay collection, and after reading this paragraph, from “Pacific Distances”… Continue reading Learning (Once Again) from Joan Didion