![]() ![]() However, they were all written by Didion at the time when her great gift had already manifested itself in the publication of Slouching Towards Bethlehem, and so each little essay has its own moments of verve. ![]() One might argue that these are throwaway bits of journalism, not serious enough for inclusion in, say, The White Album, and, in a way, one would be right. The first six pieces are all quite short and were written in 1968 for the Saturday Evening Post. I mention these numbers partly to give readers a sense of the book’s limited scope, but also in homage to Didion herself, who loves to parse things down to their component parts. This is a small (5 ½ by 7 inch) and short (149 pages) volume, made somewhat thicker by Hilton Als’s 28-page introduction. ![]() For someone like Megan Reynolds, author of “ The Long Con of Joan Didion,” maybe not so much. For those of us who love Joan Didion’s writing, we who can imagine her arched eyebrow as she crafts another perfectly turned phrase that is both sardonic and heartbreaking, Let Me Tell You What I Mean is a brief and wonderful gift. ![]()
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