ah, the freedom and release of friday afternoon. friday evening now, dark and chilly. the wild winds have died down at last, leaving the yard strewn with oak branches, deep drifts of oak and maple leaves. we are lucky to have had no power outage, no serious problems from this storm of wind.
just wanted to put a note in here to those who might be interested in diane johnson's review of Where I Was From in the New York Review of Books. unfettered by 2500 character restraint, ms. johnson can far more fully expound on the themes of didion's book. she does a very thorough and eloquent job too, i have to say. she ends up calling it a "heartbreaking essay," a judgment with which i must agree.
and i can't wait to have that limit removed. yes, it's tightened up my writing. okay, thanks. now, i can't wait to be unbound.
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