The Writer’s Almanac tells us about Joan Didion, winner of this year’s National Book Award for nonfiction. Or you can listen to Garrison Keillor recite this and more [RealAudio].
It’s the birthday of the essayist and novelist Joan Didion, born in Sacramento, California (1934). She grew up as a nervous, preoccupied child. She said, “I was one of those children who always thought the bridge would fall in if you walked across it… I thought about the atomic bomb a lot… after there was one.”
She began keeping a notebook when she was five years old, and she later wrote, “Keepers of notebooks are a different breed altogether, lonely and resistant rearrangers of things, anxious malcontents, children afflicted apparently at birth with a sense of loss.” At one point in her childhood, she lived near a mental hospital, and she would wander around the hospital grounds with a notebook, writing down all the most interesting snippets of conversation.
Didion became associated with the so-called New Journalism, because she often made herself a character in whatever she was covering, and she went much further than most journalists in revealing her own states of mind. The title essay of her collection The White Album (1979) includes notes from a psychiatrist’s evaluation after she suffered a nervous breakdown.
Her memoir The Year of Magical Thinking, about her husband’s recent death from a heart attack at the dinner table, came out this year.
Joan Didion said, “My only advantage as a reporter is that I am so physically small, so temperamentally unobtrusive, and so neurotically inarticulate that people tend to forget that my presence runs counter to their best interests. And it always does. . . . Writers are always selling somebody out.”