Joan Didion and Bob Dylan are two peas in a pod – insightful, elusive, bug-eyed sunglass’d. I enjoy reading/listening to both of them, if for nothing else than to see what it’s like for an artist to be at the top of their game. I think Didion is at the top of her game when writing about California, and when writing about her family. Sometimes she writes about both. While Didion generally strikes me as someone who presents “Joan Didion” to the world, her tenderness […]
“Here is the last stop for all those who come from somewhere else.”
Slouching Towards Bethlehem: Essays by Joan Didion




