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The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion [Book Review]
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The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion
Joan Didion’s The Year of Magical Thinking doesn’t tiptoe around grief—it grabs it by the collar, demands answers, and traces its unpredictable logic with painful precision. From the very first chapter, we're pulled headfirst into the surreal, suspended reality that begins with the sudden death of her husband, John Gregory Dunne. He was more than a partner—he was her editor, her echo, her anchor.
The unraveling starts on December 30, 2003. After a draining day at the hospital with their critically ill daughter, Quintana, Didion and John return home. She moves quickly, trying to restore a sense of normalcy—lighting a fire, preparing dinner, handing John a Scotch, and setting the scene for what should’ve been a quiet night. And then, in the space of a breath, everything changes. A comment, a gesture, a collapse. One moment, comfort. The next, silence.
By chapter three, the title of the book begins to take shape. Didion enters a state of magical thinking—a phase where reality becomes elastic. She knows he died. She was there. She heard the words. She signed the papers. But some part of her refuses to believe it. She won’t give away his shoes. He might need them when he comes back.
This memoir isn’t just about loss—it’s about the mind’s resistance to loss. It's about shock that doesn’t look like shock. It's about the way grief bends time, perception, and reason. It’s not clinical. It’s raw. Human. Relentlessly honest.
Despite its heavy subject, the book has flashes of warmth and even humor—moments that reveal the tenderness of their marriage and the quiet absurdity of mourning. Didion’s prose is sharp and spare, never indulgent, always exacting. It reads like a conversation with someone who’s been to the edge and returned to report what it’s like.
The Year of Magical Thinking is as intimate as C.S. Lewis’ A Grief Observed, though perhaps not a book you'd hand to someone freshly grieving. Read it if you're in a space where reflection is welcome. Set it aside if your heart is still too raw. It won’t offer easy comfort—but it might make you feel less alone.
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