I think perhaps I always forget what Didion is capable of.
I wanted to reread this before passing it off to my flatmate, to be sure I had remembered it correctly, to confirm that when I had said Didion will introduce you to a new version of California, that it was a true statement.
I forgot how palpable her descriptions of place were, despite her —at times— sparse and distanced prose style.

I read this on a train ride from Chicago to Sacramento and it was really enlightening.