I recently encountered Joan Didion for the first time — her note on keeping a journal, a subject with which I admit to having recently some fascination. The note, short though it was intrigued me, and I looked into her biography. Five novels? 12 collections of columns and memoirs?
Lightweight. Sorry, but that’s not impressive for a career spanning nearly sixty years, now. The quality of the work had better be world-fucking-class. Might be, but I’m not THAT impressed with what I’ve seen so far.