While Didion and I do not share upbringings or political views, her essays are a roadmap for living a thoughtful life. The elevation was high and water took an hour to boil. ” We were near Mount Massive, Colorado’s second tallest peak. The “brain” held my granola for the day, a handful of m&ms, my sunglasses, sunscreen, a pencil and “Slouching Towards Bethlehem. That pocket-sized book was all that could fit in my pack - shoved in the corner of what backpackers call the “brain,” an area reserved for essentials. ” All I know is that someone had recommended it to me when I was a high school junior preparing for a camping trip. I can’t remember where I bought “Slouching Towards Bethlehem. The painting is cold and harsh, words I might use to describe Didion’s most celebrated work: “Slouching Towards Bethlehem.” Although she’s staring right at me, I can’t make out what she’s thinking. Her lips are dark, her eyebrows bushy and thick. On the front cover is an illustration of Joan Didion: black and white with splotches of purple and red. My copy of “Slouching Towards Bethlehem” is the size of my palm.
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