“It occurred to me during the summer of 1988, in California and Atlanta and New Orleans, in the course of watching first the California primary and then the Democratic and Republican national conventions, that it had not been by accident that the people with whom I had preferred to spend time in high school had, on the whole, hung out in gas stations. They had not run for student body office. They had not gone to Yale or Swarthmore or DePauw, nor had they even applied. They had gotten drafted, gone through basic at Fort Ord. They had knocked up girls, and married them, had begun what they called the first night of the rest of their lives with a midnight drive to Carson City and a five-dollar ceremony performed by a justice still in his pajamas. They got jobs at the places that had laid off their uncles. They paid their bills or did not pay their bills, made down payments on tract houses, led lives on that social and economic edge referred to, in Washington and among those whose preferred locus is Washington, as “out there.” They were never destined to be, in other words, communicants in what we have come to call, when we want to indicate the traditional ways in which power is exchanged and the status quo maintained in the United States, “the process.”
Notes: One of the most peculiar things about Didion is that I sometimes don’t agree with her politics, but I almost always agree with her about ours. All political operatives, strategists, and hobbyists (categories of people, especially the latter, we should all strive to not be counted within) ought to read her account of the 1988 presidential election; her vision of an election that set a watermark for immateriality and featured all of the banal disconnections from reality that characterize our current political media environment is prophetic (narrative, horse race, set pieces, coverage focused entirely on the meta, and many other elements remain central), dispiriting (she understood how terrible all of this was 33 years ago, and yet here we are), and quaint (the 1988 election seems quite substantive compared to our current contests, where one party is formally policy-free) all at once.
Several individual pieces (I could read Didion on Los Angeles until the Golden State slides into the sea) easily rise to the level of those in her first two collections, but as a collection their comparative lack of cohesion adds up to a somewhat less sublime experience (though, to be clear, a “somewhat less sublime” book than Slouching and White Album is quite a remarkable book!).