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In November 1999, Joan Didion began seeing a psychiatrist because, as she wrote to a friend, her family had had ''a rough few years.'' She described the sessions in a journal she created for her husband, John Gregory Dunne. For several months, Didion recorded conversations with the psychiatrist in meticulous detail. The initial sessions focused on alcoholism, adoption, depression, anxiety, guilt, and the heartbreaking complexities of her relationship with her daughter, Quintana. The subjects evolved to include her work, which she was finding difficult to maintain for sustained periods. There were discussions about her own childhood-misunderstandings and lack of communication with her mother and father, her early tendency to anticipate catastrophe-and the question of legacy, or, as she put it, ''what it''s been worth.'' The analysis would continue for more than a decade. Didion''s journal was crafted with the singular intelligence, precision, and elegance that characterize all of her writing. It is an unprecedently intimate account that reveals sides of her that were unknown, but the voice is unmistakably hers-questioning, courageous, and clear in the face of a wrenchingly painful journey.
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Praise for Notes to John:
'Full of direct quotations and written with the immediacy of fresh recollection ... Readers of her memoirs will recognize how these notes inform those final books - the striving to understand and the sense of futility that comes with it' New Yorker
Praise for Joan Didion:
'To read Joan Didion is to understand what writing, at its most exquisitely controlled, can do' Vogue
'One of the most celebrated American writers of her generation ... one of our sharpest and most respected observers of American politics and culture' Barack Obama
'A chronicler of our world' TIME
'A precise, human and meticulously truthful writer' Zadie Smith
'Our quintessential essayist' LA Times
'A voice like no other' New York Times Book Review
'This is the miracle of Joan Didion, that she attests to the disorder and dismay of life with absolute elegance and clarity, a vision of bedlam carved out of pearl' Olivia Laing, Sunday Times
