I wore it last night because it reminded me of a feeling I get when I read her early work.
It’s olive green, and loose, and I wore it with sandals and a poncho and a bag with tassels on. I chose it because I’m a synesthete and I think of the world in terms of color and taste. The whole ensemble made me feel a little like one of her essays from the late ’60s, or like the sound of a Joni Mitchell album.
And when she signed my copy of Play it as it Lays, she looked up and complimented me on the dress. “I’m partial to that color,” she said.
When I was a young writer, hungry for wisdom and mentorship, that comment would have been anti-climactic for me, coming from the mouth of one of my heroes.
I first read the work of Joan Didion as a young journalist. An editor, choosing my name from the hat in our newsroom’s Secret Santa, gave me a copy of The White Album. It was exactly what I needed at a time when I was becoming jaded about my job. Didion’s essays lifted me out of the drudgery of school board meetings and graduation speeches. Her work taught me how to see the people and the pathos in my news stories. Her prose taught me how to describe them. Every essay I read was a challenge to be a better reporter.*
There are certain people who take sharp notice of the world, and who transmit their mindsets with a startling clarity. Didion is one of these. It was a shock to discover her work. When I was a self-centered 23 year-old, she made me able to see a larger world through older eyes. I think I grew some compassion when I read her essays.
If I had met Didion at that age, I would have wanted to wring writerly wisdom from her during our five-second interaction. I would have wanted her to impart some pearl, some insight, anything that would help me to be more like her.
I’m proud that I’m over that stage.
Today I’m happy to know that she liked my dress, because it means that those eyes, which have noticed so much and which taught me how to see the world as a writer, had seen and acknowledged me, too.
*I loved that book, but I never finished it. I’d been reading it slowly, savoring it essay by essay. I’d read and re-read an essay, then put the book away and spend a few days trying to emulate Didion in the stories I wrote for my daily. One day, the book slipped away from me. I’ve been looking for it for a decade, and I refuse to buy another copy, because I’m convinced it’s around here somewhere and my editor gave it to me and that means something. That was six or seven moves ago.
That is awesome. “Play It As It Lays” is my first Didion book and I bought it after reading something you wrote about her a while back. i don’t remember what, I just remember I hurridly added “read Joan Didion” to my current bucket list. I found the copy at a collectibles store and while I have not finished it yet, I cherish it. She is unique and amazing and I don’t want the experience to be over. I feel that way when I read your work too. ~Karen
Oh, thank you! Thank you for taking my book recommendation and thank you for being so sweet about my writing. That means so much to me!
Absolutely beautiful, Ann!!
Thank you, Destenie!
Oh, that undergraduate girl from New York City.