Showing posts with label Tom Wolfe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tom Wolfe. Show all posts

Friday, 28 August 2026

Joan Didion and Norman Mailer: The literary odd couple

Joan Didion and Norman Mailer seemed like literary opposites. But their New Journalism revealed a shared problem: can a journalist ever truly be objective?
Joan Didion and Norman Mailer do not immediately strike you as two writers who should have had much in common.

Mailer was loud, combative, theatrical and seemingly incapable of entering a room without eventually becoming one of the principal subjects under discussion. He ran for mayor of New York. He got into fights. He appeared on television and argued with people. He wrote about politics, war, sex, boxing and himself, frequently managing to combine several of these subjects at once. Norman Mailer didn't simply have a public persona. At times, Norman Mailer appeared to be the principal character in the ongoing Norman Mailer production. He was always the main character.

Didion was something else entirely. Small, watchful, controlled. Dark glasses, cigarette, notebook. She cultivated the impression of somebody sitting quietly at the edge of the room while everyone else made the potentially catastrophic mistake of forgetting she was there.

Friday, 27 February 2026

The setting as a character, and why the places in some novels stay with you

Some books leave you missing a place more than a plot. A craft-meets-reading-life look at how writers build inhabited settings through sensory detail, social texture, and the politics of place.
Some books leave you with a plot. Others leave you with a place.

You finish the last page and realise what you miss most is not the twist or the romance or even the protagonist. It is the street, the house, the river, the city at dusk. The particular kind of light that only exists in that fictional world.

Thursday, 6 March 2025

A guide to reading Joan Didion

Joan Didion on May 1, 1977. Her 1993 New Yorker essay “Trouble in Lakewood” still resonates.
I’m a big fan of Joan Didion. I’ve read most of her published works, with her novel Play It As It Lays, Slouching Towards Bethlehem, and The Year of Magical Thinking among my favourites. What I’ve always appreciated about her writing is the precision and emotional depth she brings to her words. Few others come close. She possessed an unmatched ability to distil complex emotions and cultural shifts into sentences that feel both effortless and weighty.

Joan Didion's writing is a masterclass in precision and insight. Her distinctive style, marked by pared-down, rigorous prose, captured the nuances of American life and personal introspection. As a leading figure in the New Journalism movement of the 1960s, Didion's work blended literary flair with journalistic integrity, offering readers a profound lens through which to view the world.