![]() ![]() It is a deeply personal exploration of these concepts, all written in Didion’s signature style, that of the cool, perceptive, surgically-precise chronicler of our times. The Year of Magical Thinking charts Didion’s attempts to make sense of the weeks and months that followed these tumultuous events in her life, a period that swept away any previous beliefs she had held about illness and death and grief, about probability and luck, about marriage and children and memory, about life itself. She had been there since Christmas Day when, what had at first appeared to be a case of flu, suddenly morphed into pneumonia and septic shock. ![]() At the same time, the couple’s only child, Quintana, was lying unconscious in an intensive care unit at the Beth Israel North Medical Center in the city. Moments later, John experienced a massive coronary event that was to lead to his death. On the evening of 30 th December 2003, Joan Didion sat down to dinner with her husband and fellow writer, John Gregory Dunne, at their home in New York. Although she wrote the book quickly, she said it was difficult for her to finish because the book “ maintained a connection with him.You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends. ![]() It was the first time in 40 years that Didion did not receive feedback from Dunne on a writing project. She finished it in 88 days during the year after Dunne’s death. The Year of Magical Thinking was Didion’s 13th book. ![]() She literally wrote herself back to sanity.” “But the book also reproduces, in its formal progression from those first raw, frenzied impressions to a more composed account of mourning, Didion’s recovery. “ Magical Thinking is an act of consummate literary bravery, a writer known for her clarity narrating the loss of that clarity, allowing us to watch her mind as it becomes clouded with grief,” the author Lev Grossman wrote in a review for TIME in 2005. I have still not tried to determine (say, by giving away the shoes) if the thought has lost its power.”ĭidion detailed how she would convince herself that she could bring her husband back, even though she was well aware he was gone. The recognition of this thought by no means eradicated the thought. I stood there for a moment, then realized why: he would need shoes if he was to return. “I could not give away the rest of his shoes. Now, as the world mourns her death, we look to her own words for both guidance and solace. Crucially, Didion also explored the language we use to process loss, and the limitations of that language. In the foreword of the last book she published before her death, Let Me Tell You What I Mean, writer Hilton Als described Didion as “a carver of words in the granite of the specific.” She both dissected the ordinariness of the everyday for its complexities, and broke down the most foreign of situations into familiar, accessible parts. She was a prolific storyteller who ushered in a new style of journalism, combining research and lyrical imagery with cutting moments of humor. 23 at 87, was the author of five novels, several works of nonfiction including Slouching Towards Bethlehem and The White Album, screenplays and more. “This is a case in which I need whatever it is I think or believe to be penetrable, if only for myself.”ĭidion, who died on Dec. “This is a case in which I need more than words to find the meaning,” she wrote in her 2005 memoir, The Year of Magical Thinking. But in the aftermath of her husband’s fatal heart attack in 2003, her relationship with words changed. She was known for them: her cool, exacting prose her sentences, smooth and spare. Joan Didion made sense of the world through words. ![]()
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