“The impulse to write things down is a peculiarly compulsive one, inexplicable to those who do not share it, useful only accidentally, only secondarily, in the way that any compulsion tries to justify itself.”
Today’s post is about one of our favorite writers: Joan Didion. Hauntingly beautiful and frail, Didion made a name for herself by writing about the sixties, California, and Hollywood with razor sharp observation. Slouching Towards Bethlehem, one of her most famous books, describes the lost flower children who flocked to San Francisco in a way that is anything but sympathetic.
Pictured gracefully holding a cigarette with a thin arm, Didion has become a strange sort of antidote to idealizations of the past.
Stern and distasteful of the famous circles she ran with, her writing mimics the kind of panic and neuroticism that abounded by the time the seventies rolled around the Manson murders had taken place.
Her writing can serve as an inspiration to all. Whether you are an introvert trying to hack it in the world of journalism, or an entrepreneur attempting to carve out your corner of the world.
As Didion writes, “Character — the willingness to accept responsibility for one’s own life — is the source from which self-respect springs.”