Monday, June 1, 2009

The Year of Magical Thinking

I just finished Joan Didion's The Year of Magical Thinking and I feel very shaky.

It's an elegantly, beautifully, unsentimentally written account of the year following her husband's death, which included a prolonged medical episode with her daughter as well.

At times I was bored. But mostly I couldn't breathe. It made me feel so scared about something going on in my own body. So, I could mainly only read it through my own narcissistic fear of death. Because of that, I feel like I missed a lot of the narrative. I feel like I wasn't there. It was almost as if I read it between my fingers, the way you watch the scary part of the movie. I couldn't look at it straight on.

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