Joan Didion at Hartford Stage/photo by Anne Marie Cannon |
In some cases, brutally true.
Now, over forty years later, I’ve had the opportunity to see
Joan Didion interviewed at Hartford Stage a few days ago. Between then—four
decades ago -- and now, I studied her journalism and then her more
autobiographical essays. I am being careful
not to call her more recent books -- The
Year of Magical Thinking and Blue Nights -- memoirs. Onstage she said
she disliked the word “memoir.”
Maybe The Year of
Magical Thinking and Blue Nights, should
be called the New Memoir. Yes Didion focuses on her life story in TYOMT, after
her husband of almost forty years, John Dunne, dies suddenly in 2003, and then
again in BN, after her daughter Quintana Roo passes after a series of illnesses
less than two years later. But to simply call these tragedies "life stories" would
be as misrepresentative as calling the title essay in Didion’s Slouching
Towards Bethlehem simply a magazine feature story. The recent books do not just
pass through the days that followed the two sad events. The accounts ricochet deeper
into Didion's psyche, her stream of consciousness, and back out to the reader’s psyche. The culture's psyche. Over and over again. Not your ordinary Random House memoir.
Neither was Joan Didion’s onstage presence an everyday
literary event. Escorted to a chair next to the moderator, she looked fragile.
She sat more steadily and seemed to warm up to the conversation with an
admiring, well-versed student of her work. Despite the lapse of a memory or
two, Didion carefully thought
through her answers, whether one word or a few, about people in her life and
passages in her books.
When the format moved on to audience Q & A, she took
question after question until there were no longer any hands raised. Why did she pick us? one woman queried, as if
we were a specially designated audience. Didion reminded us her husband was originally
from West Hartford and, even more matter-of-factly, that she was just
doing what she usually does this evening–
talking to people. Another questioner wondered about the compromises the author
and her husband must have faced while writing screenplays for Hollywood. I can’t remember Didion’s exact reply, but she
seemed nonplussed, explaining that she and John were in California to make a
living – "writing well." From the way she did say,” It’s what we did,” I inferred
she did not feel victim of or partner to any Screen Guild shenanigans.
One question and answer from the event resonates the most with
me. A gentleman referred to a piece he had read last week in The New York Times that raised the
question Can Women Have it All? He
was fishing for a cultural quote from a cultural icon. Something that the
audience could take home as the feminist voice of the times, not the single
opinion of a writer/wife/mother/widow. But Didion didn’t speak for women
everywhere. After expressing her discomfort with sizing up the gist of an article she had
not read, she wound up speaking , instead, for everyone simply by saying, “But tell me. Can anyone really have it all?“
Thanks for writing about what must have been a unique evening with Joan Didion.
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks for listening Holly. The event was not highly publicized. I was on the HSC website for something else when I saw it.
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