a. Voice: Story-telling. Opening up. “I remember” a
lot. “I need to tell you,” very informal, like she’s sitting across from me
telling me about her life. Destroys fourth wall. Occasionally talks about
herself in third person as “the heroine.”
b.
Structure: Chronology—keeps resetting to the
beginning and telling the story in a different way. Like she doesn’t know what
story to tell yet.
c.
Images: The refrigerator too heavy to carry
upstairs, the rank apartment with terrible smells, the ice skating on dull
spoons and slush. Threatened by a guy with a lighter. Sexually harassed by an
8-year-old. Leaving New York with not even a bed, no more plants, or snapshots
of family.
d.
Phrases: “the myth of New York,” “Just go home/
Do it again.” The apathy and repetition. “I remember the moment when I realized
exactly what it had already cost me.” “It’s difficult for me to separate my
experience in New York from my sensation of finding the limits of my own
independence.” ‘By the time I left New York, I knew that success and failure
are silly terms in which to speak of living a life.” “the heroine is not
convinced she in the heroine.”
e.
I will take from this the voice of writing like
I’m telling an informal story, just searching for ways to say it.
f.
Questions: What was Joan Didion’s essay about (I
suppose I find out when I read that one)? Was this story before or after she
got her Master’s degree? Or her bachelor’s?
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