I’ve spent a great deal of time with Joan Didion lately. As I was finishing her book, “Blue Nights,” my pal, Janice, told me about the new documentary about Didion on Netflix, The Center Will Not Hold,” so I watched that, too. 710 more words
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We are not idealized wild things. We are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves.
I saw immediately that there would be no need to add the word “ordinary,” because there would be no forgetting it: the word never left my mind. 607 more words