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“In the 60s everybody got interested in everybody.
In the 70s everybody started dropping everybody.
The 60s were clutter.
The 70s are very empty.”

Retinue: a group of helpers, advisors, or servants who travel with an important person to support and look after them

Oh to be a daddy’s girl and have him dead :(

“Gossip, as in ‘some shallow, callow, shameful way of grasping situations’
Gossip, as in ‘some devious woman’s trick’
Gossip, as in girl talk.

Eve refused to disavow gossip.”

The book’s main question answered on this page

“…the hollowness of fame, how lowlife are those living the high life.”
About the movie adaptation of Play It As It Lays (Joan Didion’s novel)

Love all of chapter 8, specifically because of the strong presence of journalistic voice.
The inspiration that it has lead me for my own writing is worth noting.
And then to start off the first page of chapter 9 (with what again!) a beautifully strong journalistic voice, makes me so thrilled

+ 74 (CONT)

Even the cover of the book displays this, how Joan’s face is fully shown, no hair or props hiding her face, her reaction, her “soul” yet, despite everything, she has this more elusive presence
Whereas Eve is a beautiful mess, not posed like Joan. Embracing her lifestyle in the photo by appearing to be capture mid action, adjusting her glasses, hair a little skewed, before returning back to the art

+ 74

So we have the major character analysis of Joan, alongside revisiting Eve’s own character analysis, HOWEVER ! It’s being used to establish the parallel’s between Joan and Eve. Joan is the all American, popular high school girl, Eve is popular in the same way and the “all American” type girl, just in the extreme end of the plectrum to Joan’s “perfect” image

Fuck Marco and his nasty lil diamond !

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.”

Page 74 + 75 :

“…and when we were sitting there side by side flying down the streets in the open sun he took my hand and squeezed it, and I felt happier than u had been since I was about nine and running along the hot white beaches with my father the summer before he died.”

“I thought it sounded just like the sort of drug a man would invent. Here was a woman, in terrible pains, obviously feeling every bit of it or she wouldn’t gross like that, and she would go straight home and start another baby, because the drug would make her forget how bad the pain had been, when all the time, in some secret part of her, that long, blind, doorless…pain was waiting to open up and shut her in”

“I could see the moving red and white lights along the drive and the lights of the bridges whose names I didn’t know.
The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.”