So I hadn’t read the title essay from this collection before, and while I had heard the famous opening line, I didn’t know the broader context of her meaning. What sounded trite quoted, makes a lot more sense in full (as these things happen). The telling of stories in this case is a kind of narrative (and even myth) making and understanding about the contexts of our lives. The storytelling part is the way to make sense of (even when lying) of a particular moment […]
We tell ourselves stories to live.
The White Album by Joan Didion
