washcloth over her eyes. The discomfort of her periods heightened the throbbing migraines. In public, sheâd try to deny the pain. Sheâd sit in a classroom with tears on her face. The âpain seemed a shameful secret,â she wrote, âevidence ⦠of all my bad attitudes, my unpleasant tempers.â
She still loved stage acting but was offered little range in local productions because she was so tiny. At school, and at a small repertory theater downtown, she took childrenâs rolesâincluding that of Babette in Lillian Hellmanâs wartime melodrama, Watch on the Rhine. At one point in the play, a character says, in Babetteâs hearing, âThe Renaissance Man is a man who wants to know ⦠what made Iago evil?â Didion remembered this reference to Iago and would use it, many years later, to open her second novel, Play It As It Lays.
Eugene OâNeill was a favorite. âI was struck by the sheer theatricality of his plays. You could see how they worked,â she said. âI read them all one summer. I had nosebleeds, and for some reason it took all summer to get the appointment to get my nose cauterized. So I just lay still on the porch all day and read Eugene OâNeill. That was all I did. And dab at my face with an ice cube.â
She memorized speeches from The Member of the Wedding and Death of a Salesman . She tackled Moby-Dick but âmissed that wild control of language. What I had thought were discursive [passages] were really these great leaps. The book had just seemed a jumble; I didnât get the control in it.â On the other hand, Theodore Dreiserâs An American Tragedy knocked her out. She locked herself in her room one weekend and read it to the end. She was amazed to learn that a storyâs accumulating power did not always grow from a spectacular style. Suspense was a necessity. And Henry Jamesâs sentences, so intricate and complex, nearly paralyzed her. â[He] made me afraid to put words down,â she said. One of the âdiscouraging things is that every word you put down limits the possibilities of what you have in your mind. [James] somehow got all of the possibilities into every sentenceââthose multiple qualifications!ââand I really did not think I could do that.â
From James, Didion learned how the mind decodes existence, sifting possibilities, balancing what it fears with paradoxical recognitions of pleasure. For a young reader, this was a new revelation of what fiction could do. No other form of human thought could touch it.
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Her fears now had less to do with collapsed bridges than with changes in her body and awareness that others responded to those changes. She became obsessed with news stories about Suzanne Degnan, a six-year-old on the North Side of Chicago who had been kidnapped from her bed by a college boy, hacked up in a sink, and scattered into the cityâs sewer system. The gory details recalled aspects of the Donner Party stories, but there was nothing natural about this tragedy. Though the victim was only six, the crime seemed to have something to do with sex, with female and male and the unpredictability of that mix.
Didionâs notebook jottingsâthe ocean walkers, the romantic suicidesâwere doom-laden and dark, her imagination drawn to extremes that neednât have been but were, toward mysteries of human impulses at their starkest. The sea strolls and kidnap stories had pioneer elements, traces of the outsider, the wayward and the lost, the emptiness and promise of back roads and branching trails, but the choices werenât as clear ( take this cutoff or donât? ) and the consequences less obvious than cannibalism ( hacked up and scattered into the sewer system? ). Self-invention, yes, manifest destinyâbut reckless now. Mean. No sacrifice, no courage, no glory. The most celebrated of Didionâs early essays mimed
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