A “nothing” rambling response to Joan Didion’s novel Play It as It Lays (1970).
Tag: Joan Didion
The Last Thing He Wanted
This is my first time writing about Joan Didion (1934-2021). After years deliberately in the dark, I am barely now grasping why she is so highly regarded. Why young writers revere her image – grayscale, sharp and cool, tipping a cigarette – with the utmost respect.