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Ism defined the state of America during the upheaval of the sixties revolution The blood dimmed tide is loosed and everywhereThe ceremony of innocence is drowned; The Second Coming Yeats “I know something about dread myself and appreciate the elaborate systems with which some people fill the void appreciate all the opiates of the people whether they are as accessible as alcohol and heroin and promiscuity or as hard to come by as faith in God or History” ― Joan Didion Slouching Towards BethlehemI'm sure at some point Joan Didion will disappoint I'm positive the honeymoon period will run out I'll discover a fatal flaw a series of articles or a minor novel that she just 'phoned in' but not yet bitches Seriously if prose could make me pregnant I would now be Nadya SulemanI know this is just the normal hormonal response I get whenever I really seem to mesh or synch with an author or artist I felt this way when I first read DFW's and McPhee's nonfiction This is the same brain storm that happened when I first read Delillo Bellow's fiction; the same awe I felt when I walked into the Paris Opera and saw that giant Chagall ceiling hanging beyond that infamous 7 ton bronze and crystal chandelier Those same chills ran down my spine and flushed my face the first time I swallowed a Vicodin I felt just as complete the first time I watched a Coen brothers movie I also felt this the first time I discovered my arm naturally guided my hand to my lap No this isn't a revolution It isn't even revolutionary It a euphoria and I know it I get it I'm already cooling down But I'm just going to leave the book here on my chest for awhile until my heart slows down a bit

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Slouching Towards BethlehemThe essays feature barricades and bombings mass murders and kidnapped heiresses I went to San Francisco because I had not been able to work in some months had been paralyzed by the conviction that writing was an irrelevant act that the world as I had understood it no longer existed If I was to work again at all it would be necessary for me to come to terms with disorderSlouching Towards Bethlehem is Joan Didion's seminal essay collection detailing life in Northern California most notably the 1960s counter culture The title essay contrasts Didion's impressions of San Francisco hippie culture with its most idealized utopian representations The Slouching Towards Bethlehem title comes from WB Yeats' poem The Second Coming Yeat's famous line from that poem The center cannot hold works brilliantly in this essay and in my mind at least echoes through the rest of the collection Through Didion's words we feel transported to this time and place but it was already a transitory place when Didion was writing about it and you feel that it is already fading into story “The stories are endless infinitely familiar traded by the faithful like baseball cards fondled until they fray around the edges and blur into the apocryphal” Attending UC Berkeley and living in a student co op Barrington Hall that was called the last bastion of 60s counter culture I felt something like nostalgia at the feel and the texture of these stories and the sometimes idealized but deeply imperfect past Didion describes “Nothing was irrevocable; everything was within reach I could make promises to myself and to other people and there would be all the time in the world to keep them I could stay up all night and make mistakes and none of it would count” 45 stars

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READER Æ DOC Slouching Towards Bethlehem ´ FREE ¿ HANNAHREDHEAD ✓ Alternate cover edition of ISBN 9780374521721This classic collection of journalism defined the state of America during the upheaval of the sixties revolution The essays feature barricades and bombings mass murders and kidnappedAlternate cover edition of ISBN 9780374521721This classic collection of journal My mother was a freshman in college when I was a freshman in high school Married at seventeen her 1960s and 70s were spent as a young wife and mother of four It wasn't until she divorced at thirty six the same year Ronald Reagan ushered in the folly of trickle down economics and the prison industrial complex that she discovered the sixties She majored in English and one day brought home as a reading assignment a copy of Slouching Towards Bethlehem I recall the cover gun metal gray with white lettering I recall her clutching the book as though it were a lifeline a rope to a past she never had I felt the book must be some passageway to adulthood some essentialness of feminism that both intrigued and bored me I recall loving the title the evocation of the Bible that seemed almost sacrilegious to me a child of a conservative Christian family Slouching Bethlehem nothing but trouble can come from such a book I wonder what my mother must have thought of this collection of essays about people places lifestyles so radically different than anything in her experience yet which were happening simultaneous to her sheltered life While her days were filled with Sesame Street Tang laundry cutting crusts from bread for fussy her elementary school kids' lunches Joan Didion was writing of the counterculture of Haight Ashbury where runaways were drugged and traded as sex toys used up and strung out by nineteen; of Howard Hughes buying up blocks of Las Vegas like she bought boxes of Cheerios; of Joan Baez wispy earnest and reclusive in the Monterey County Courthouse trying to save her Institute for the Study of Non Violence from the suares who worried that the hippies would drive down their property values Did my mother dream California dreams Did she wish for a New York interlude to be young and in love with a view of the Brooklyn Bridge such as Joan Didion had in 1960s Did she yearn for the warm waves of the Pacific curling on the sands of Hawaii Such freedom young Didion had such time to feel angst to observe others to write clear eyed and fiercely about her time and place in a world where people filled their voids with drug sex and rock n roll I imagine my mother reading about a gathering of earnest young activists and intellectuals reluctant about gathering up their books and magazines and records about finding their car keys and ending the day and by the time they are ready to leave Joan Baez is eating potato salad with her fingers from a bowl in the refrigerator and everyone stays to share it just a little while longer where it is warm and wishing she were in their midst instead of pushing a shopping cart down the aisles of Pak n Save filling it with boxes of Kraft Mac n Cheese and Hamburger Helper This collection of twenty essays originally published in a variety of magazines chronicles Didion's internal and external worlds at a singular time in modern American history Her cool unsentimental observations have come to exemplify California during the mid 60s and 70s her unwavering voice carrying the mantle of feminism—here is a writer a woman unafraid to admit how very angry and afraid she really is Or unafraid to admit a lifelong crush on the manufactured wooden John Wayne a caricature of the American manPerhaps it is this voice my mother held onto so tightly searching in Didion's words for the key to self expression independence and experimentation—all the things my mother missed as she moved straight from childhood to motherhood Perhaps she longed to belong to Didion's California where time past is not believed to have any bearing on time present or future out in the golden land where every day the world is born anew Oh don't we all