Review: Year of Magical Thinking
Reading Joan Didion’s The Year of Magical Thinking, I traveled so far and deeply into her world in 53 pages that when I caught a glimpse of the clock, I was surprised how little time had passed.
This is what writers do, competent ones, anyway. Suspend time, compress it, extend it. Good writers eliminate time. Their words create a rhythmic magic incantation of higher wisdom.
Religious ritual, war dances, goddess driven examination of entrails — none are as effective a bulwark against time as the writer’s potion. Sunk in the mind product of a writer, we are eternal and without end.
And these are the same rewarding qualities that religions promise.