@MargaretMoony: Yes, that is the most fascinating piece of this story! Somehow I have trouble accepting that prim 50's housewives--who undoubtedly vacuum in high heels--would be, uh 'open' to using tampons!
@LucilleMcGillicuddy: Nice! When I was younger, I always told my parents I would invest in two things: condoms and tampons because people would ALWAYS need them.
@Wit is periodically disensouled: I know right? My all-time favorite Hitchcock is Spellbound, which has a few similarities (which I will not detail because they are spoilers). I'll cop to never having seen The Birds, but there's so much hype surrounding that movie that I don't think I would be able to respond to the text itself, I would be responding to everything I've heard about it over the years.
@LBB: Oooh, I love Spellbound! Young Gregory Peck and Dali dream sequences, please and thank you!
I really don't get the big fuss over The Birds. Maybe I need to watch it again, but aside from a few really great scenes, it never struck me as particularly fascinating. The plot is so vague (some might call it mysterious) that it just becomes dull, in my eyes.
I really got into Joan Didion in my mid-20s, right as I was starting journalism school, and she is one of the handful of writers whose style makes appearances in my own writing. I have read nearly everything she's written. While I tend to appreciate her more from an intellectual and stylistic point of view, some of her stuff has had a very powerful emotional impact on me, particularly her essay "On Self-Respect," which I read shortly after I left my ex-husband and our abusive relationship. Her words so clearly illuminated the fact that I conducted my life the way I did because I lacked self-respect, because I was constantly searching for validation outside of myself and always coming up short. I can hardly think of another piece of writing - perhaps "Of Human Bondage" by Somerset Maugham? - that had such a profound impact on who I am as a person.
That said, I don't really understand the hero worship aspect the writer is referring to. I know it exists with some, and I think it can be attributable to what Didion's career represents - that a talented, smart, somewhat flawed young woman can become one of the most important figures in American letters. I am hardpressed to think of another woman who occupies such a place in our culture. It's not really all that different from generations who idolized Kerouac or Salinger or whoever. They don't just represent their own literary and cultural achievements, but also what is possible for others. So if I had to guess I would say that might be part of what is going on here. But then again, I am not the kind of person who is often starstruck or sent into tears by the mere presence of another person, no matter how much I admire their work.
I'm going to go ahead and say that I couldn't get into Slouching Toward Bethlehem at all. I found her voice to be sort of self-righteous in a weird way, and just not relatable. Any others out there? Or is this like when I say that I find The Godfather to be overrated?
I couldn't make it through The Year of Magical Thinking. Couldn't even make it through the first chapter. Too hard. But my mom read it, and our conversation about it made me realize that it's something that maybe I'll only be able to read after my parents are gone, because now that's a vague idea I don't want to consider possible, but then it'll be a concrete reality I will already have faced. I don't know. What I did read just broke my heart.
Slouching Towards Bethlehem, though. Amazing from start to finish. Especially the one about Joan Baez.
Plus, Joan Didion was in my sorority, which is my favorite thing about my sorority, because of how she's awesome.
I do look at writers like Didion -- and Munro and Atwood and Le Guin -- as an example of my mother's generation, but it doesn't offer me any insight into my mother. Mostly, it makes me wonder how the woman who taught me "A man doesn't want to come home to a dirty house" could come from the same age as these women. (My mother, to be fair, is closer to Atwood's age than to the other writers.)
So I suppose I look at these women as sort of alternative mothers -- what if I had been raised by a version of my mother who had that kind of insight, that need to look below the surface, to not just accept things the way they are? But mostly I admire them as writers and intellects. I can't imagine being maudlin at a Didion reading. Her work just doesn't inspire that kind of emotion. She engages my mind, and I appreciate that a lot more.
joan didion was one of my writer idols in high school (another was oriana fallaci). i was a gay boy in the south and it was the 70s. needless to say, my parents thought i was crazy. and thus i moved away as soon as i graduated.
I didn't expect to like her writing. In fact, I absolutely hated "Play It As It Lays." But right around the time when I was 28, single, living in the city, partying a shit ton, working a job where I was well paid, but unfulfilled, I randomly stumbled onto "Goodbye to All That" and realized exactly what was happening to me and what happened to me the previous ten years because the essay's observations were just so fucking spot on and clear. The fact that she wrote it in 1968 and I read it in 2008, still shocks me. I don't see writing like that much anymore.
@Trulymadlyme: "Goodbye to All That" is one of the most perfect essays she's ever written. I read it first my freshman year of college and loved it, but didn't really get it until I re-read it six years later, and wow, it is shocking how well it still reads.
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I really don't get the big fuss over The Birds. Maybe I need to watch it again, but aside from a few really great scenes, it never struck me as particularly fascinating. The plot is so vague (some might call it mysterious) that it just becomes dull, in my eyes.
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That said, I don't really understand the hero worship aspect the writer is referring to. I know it exists with some, and I think it can be attributable to what Didion's career represents - that a talented, smart, somewhat flawed young woman can become one of the most important figures in American letters. I am hardpressed to think of another woman who occupies such a place in our culture. It's not really all that different from generations who idolized Kerouac or Salinger or whoever. They don't just represent their own literary and cultural achievements, but also what is possible for others. So if I had to guess I would say that might be part of what is going on here. But then again, I am not the kind of person who is often starstruck or sent into tears by the mere presence of another person, no matter how much I admire their work.
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Slouching Towards Bethlehem, though. Amazing from start to finish. Especially the one about Joan Baez.
Plus, Joan Didion was in my sorority, which is my favorite thing about my sorority, because of how she's awesome.
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Especially since her observation about Baez would apply to Obama. That is what is interesting about her writing.
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So I suppose I look at these women as sort of alternative mothers -- what if I had been raised by a version of my mother who had that kind of insight, that need to look below the surface, to not just accept things the way they are? But mostly I admire them as writers and intellects. I can't imagine being maudlin at a Didion reading. Her work just doesn't inspire that kind of emotion. She engages my mind, and I appreciate that a lot more.
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