Zeek’s Reviews > Live and Learn: Slouching Towards Bethlehem, The White Album, After Henry > Status Update

I changed my mind. Nothing has changed? Greed and lust and lust for power in American politics is just out in the open now with no checks and balances.

Reading about Bush/Dukkakis/Jackson Presidential campaigns of 1988, I thought who could have forseen it all be upturned and shat a mere almost 40 years later? Smh

Here she speaks about a Mexican National whp has lived in LA since 1947. Its now 1976 and he is one of the few people in the world who umderstands orchids so much he grows and breeds them for hundreds and thousands of dollars. Today? ICE would deport him. Read this to hear why he remained a mexican national when his life is orchids of California.

I love Joan Didion, but every 20 pages I have to stop because I want to look up more information of places I have yet to visit- and I've stepped foot on every continent but Antarctica and Australia. Now the next time in Colombia I'm gonna have to stop by the Salt Cathedral of Zipaquirá thanks to her!

As I read this I feel like I'm walking through a gallery with a knowledgeable docent pointing my attention to an artist I had forgotten about or someone completely new to me. I'm completely under her thrall.

This is so surreal. She wrote about the Getty museum in 1970s, cut to present day headlines, "Getty Villa Museum 'catches on fire' as Pacific Palisades blaze rips across LA". I fear Joan Didion's writing will be a chronicler's record of things lost one day.

Just watched on news of fires eating up LA then picked up my book by Joan Didion "The apparent ease of California life is an illusion and those who believe the illusion real live here in only the most temporary way."

she goes on to talk about wildfires, lack of water, etc. In 1977. Proving that regardless of who is Governor, Mr. Trump, California is prone to floods, droughts, earthquakes and fires.

This. Is. Non. Fiction. Holy F'ck Joan Didion you lucky bitch.
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