She may have had an attack of “vertigo and nausea” in the early summer of 1968, and she may have been an outpatient at the psychiatric clinic at St. She who had reread all of George Orwell on the beach of the Royal Hawaiian Hotel in Honolulu is talking about her loss of faith in the intelligibility of narrative: “I suppose this period began in 1966 and continued until 1971.” Her evocation of what the late Sixties were like in her feckless part of Los Angeles displays the gifts of her style, starting with a California Old Settler dryness. “We tell ourselves stories in order to live.” Joan Didion begins her essay “The White Album” by recalling a time when, she says, she had mislaid the script of life.
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