Her crimes are many, Didion. She’s thin, she’s cool, she’s rich. She doesn’t interrogate her privilege, though neither do the men of her moment—Norman Mailer, John McPhee, and Tom Wolfe in his white suit. I was primed for that argument with my mother, I was angry already, because I’d read a book review that suggested Didion neglected her child for her work. I was just back to work after having a child and the crazy bitch, I was sure, was me.
