On Keeping A Notebook By Joan Didion

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For the first time in 130 years, more young adults are living with parents until their mid thirties. Part of this could be an emotional attachment keeping them from leaving home because after they leave, everything will change. However, many are losing their real sense of home and are just using it as a place where they can avoid paying bills and many other responsibilities. Many young adults now do not understand the extensive sacrifice it is to leave their one and only home. In “On Going Home,” Joan Didion expounds on her struggle to connect with her current house, in a nostalgic and resigned tone, and vivid imagery, symbolism, and comparison Didion expresses the regret she feels every time she remembers she left her “home”.

Stories in the dark by Debra Oswald was written in 2007, this creative production explored tensions of families torn apart by war and uses a powerful mixture of horror, humour and hope. It was a challenging theatrical experience full of strong language, fast movement and sound. In this production, the concept was War Stories including an adaptation of Debra Oswald’s original play. The director blended Naturalism with Brechtain influenced poems, monologues and songs centred on the theme of war in the hope of examining human nature through emotion and believable relationships.

Where I Was From by Joan Didion is a book written about Didion’s perspective of the history of California. Throughout the novel Didion shares her families past experiences and adventures of moving west. Didion not only shows the readers how California has changed but also how it changed her as a person as well. Particularly in “Part One”, the opening paragraph contains an abridgement history of the eventful westward journey of Didion’s pioneer family unit, focusing particularly on the women in the family and tracing vertebral column six generations the blood of her famous hemicranias. Didion makes a very unpersuasive argument in “Part one” by her ineffective use of organization but effective use of grounds and claims.

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As a fellow writer, have you ever wondered why personal non-fiction writers such as Joan Didion, Annie Dillard, and Alice Walker are considered “great” writers? What do they bring to the table that other personal non-fiction writers do not? For starters, Joan Didion has an unmistakable writing style, and in one of her most famous essays “The White Album”, Didion gives her essay a unique jazzy tone. Annie Dillard’s eye for descriptive detail and imagery is impeccable throughout her essay “Total Eclipse”. The way Alice Walker is able to connect with her audience through her writing is absolutely stunning in “Looking for Zora”. So, the question “what makes an essay a “good” personal non-fiction essay evolves into the following question: how can three essays that are completely different all be considered “great”? The answer is simple. Didion’s, Dillard’s, and Walker’s essays are connected by one common factor. They are all memorable. In their own way, they are able to connect with their audience through different elements of writing. A writer’s goal in writing an essay is to be memorable and leave their audience wanting to read more; however, they must utilize the elements of writing such as style, tone, detail, imagery, etc. like great personal non-fiction authors to be considered great.

Within the short story “On Morality”, Joan Didion examines and redefines morality in a manner that strays from defining it as a feeling to do right than wrong through the tales of a driver, diver, and widow from Death Valley. Didon attempts to convey to the audience that each individual defines and views mortality differently. She provides a great example of the latter that dumbfounded me, “‘I followed my own conscience.’ ‘I did what I thought was right.’ How many madmen have said it and meant it?” Thus, the matter of what is right and wrong in universal standards does not exist even though, mortality is shared amongst one another.

In Joan Didion's essay "Slouching Towards Bethlehem", she writes her observations of the people in the Haight-Ashbury district as she interviews people there. She demonstrates sound critical reasoning by using the personalizing lens, distancing lens, ethos and pathos and does a decent job of doing so.

While it's a rather misleading title, the essay “On Keeping a Notebook” by Joan Didion doesn’t talk about how to keep a notebook, but rather why you should. She expresses her belief that a notebook is: “...something private, about bits of the mind’s string too short to use, an indiscriminate and erratic assemblage with meaning only for its maker (Didion, 87)”. Which, in other words, means a notebook’s contents are information, often small “bits”, that would only make sense, or have meaning, to the person who wrote it.

As I read more and more the more I get confused. It is just the way the author writes, that throws me off track. I did realize that there was little stories throughout the passages that I found interesting, but it just skips around so much. There are many different ways people can write. It all depends on what you like to read. I think that if I started to read these kinds of things on a daily basis I would start to learn how to read them better.

When ERIN is send to prison, where she is supposed to live for the rest of her life

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children east but as leaves, she stops one final time glancing back to see the farm and the vision of her

The inn keeper's parlor was the best in town, they told her. His wife was wearing a heavy dress, adorned with lace and a massive broach that she raised a plump hand to touch, as if to be certain it was still there. They spoke of the massive rug, bought from Paris, and the finely crafted furniture they all sat upon. The preacher listened quietly, smiling as though their vanity wasn't a sin, while Mrs. Hartford eyed the dress with longing. Della thought that the dress was tasteless. The lace was poorly made, and the line of the bodice wasn't flattering. The fabric was an odd shade between blue and green, and the woman inside it was far less appealing. She didn't bother to mention that her own parlor had been filled with crystal, and priceless art her father had collected around the world. She didn't mention that her toys had cost more than Mrs. Johnson's gowns, or that she was mispronouncing the tea they'd been served. Not to be kind, not to be deceptive, but because did not matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. She'd given up that life to marry Ben, given up her family, given up her home and her gowns and her education.

At the end of their conversation, both are drinking alone, the girl at the table and the man at the bar which can imply that their relationship my end by them going their separate ways.