Didion

I just finished The Year of Magical Thinking and enjoyed it but kept thinking that something was bothering me throughout the book. For some reason I seem to enjoy reading books about grief. Maybe because it feels so human and so raw.

That’s exactly what I felt was missing from Didion’s book. Despitate the fact that I am sure she must have fallen apart miserably as both her husband and her daughter died so suddenly, I didn’t feel any of the raw emotion I expected. The book still had a calm and collected air about it for me. It was wonderful reading and I swallowed it up in a day but I just dind’t feel moved like I expected to.

I’m sure it’s incredibly difficult to put the raw emotion on paper but I guess I expected better from such a skilled writer.