The Year of Magical Thinking

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Inside the emergency room I could see the gurney being pushed into a cubicle, propelled by more people in scrubs. Someone told me to wait in the reception area. I did. There was a line for admittance paperwork. Waiting in the line seemed the constructive thing to do. Waiting in the line said that there was still time to deal with this, I had copies of the insurance cards in my handbag, this was not a hospital I had ever negotiated—New York Hospital was the Cornell part of New York–Presbyterian, the part I knew was the Columbia part, Columbia-Presbyterian, at 168th and Broadway, twenty minutes away at best, too far in this kind of emergency—but I could make this unfamiliar hospital work, I could be useful, I could arrange the transfer to Columbia-Presbyterian once he was stabilized. I was fixed on the details of this imminent transfer to Columbia (he would need a bed with telemetry, eventually I could also get Quintana transferred to Columbia, the night she was admitted to Beth Israel North I had written on a card the beeper numbers of several Columbia doctors, one or another of them could make all this happen) when the social worker reappeared and guided me from the paperwork line into an empty room off the reception area. “You can wait here,” he said. I waited. The room was cold, or I was. I wondered how much time had passed between the time I called the ambulance and the arrival of the paramedics. It had seemed no time at all (a mote in the eye of God was the phrase that came to me in the room off the reception area) but it must have been at the minimum several minutes. This memoir was not a slam-dunk for me, but I do have great compassion for Ms. Didion's terrible loss and I have found myself kissing my family members more often on the cheeks this week. Sometimes it's good to be reminded that we could lose our loved ones at any time.

Joan Didion: What She Means • Pérez Art Museum Miami". Pérez Art Museum Miami . Retrieved July 12, 2023. Dutch: Het jaar van magisch denken. Translated by Christien Jonkheer. Amsterdam: Prometheus. 2006. ISBN 9789044608366.From one of America's iconic writers, a stunning book of electric honesty and passion. Joan Didion explores an intensely personal yet universal experience: a portrait of a marriage–and a life, in good times and bad–that will speak to anyone who has ever loved a husband or wife or child. Feeney, Mark (2005-10-26). "Amid unbearable sorrow, she shows her might". The Boston Globe . Retrieved 2008-06-09. The part of the play I remember feeling so emotional about was at the end when she is asking if she lied

Joan Didion, peerless prose stylist, dies at 87". AP News. December 23, 2021 . Retrieved May 23, 2023.An act of consummate literary bravery, a writer known for her clarity allowing us to watch her mind as it becomes clouded with grief.' After Henry". Publishersweekly.com. May 4, 1992. Archived from the original on February 6, 2017 . Retrieved December 30, 2021. But here, in Joan Didion's The Year of Magical Thinking, loss is absolutely, irrevocably about death. Quando terminò la cerimonia ci recammo nella villetta di Pebble Beach. C’erano degli stuzzichini, dello champagne, una terrazza aperta sul Pacifico, una cosa molto semplice. Per la luna di miele passammo qualche notte in bungalow del ranch San Ysidro di Montecito e poi, annoiati, fuggimmo al Beverly Hills Hotel.