Slouching Towards Bethlehem

Bothering hippies
interviewing white people
West Coast style smugness.

As amazing as Joan Didion is, I don't think this book has aged well, and I suspect I might have liked it better if I had read it two or three or four decades ago. As it is, it feels quaint, an artifact of modern journalistic history, and I was impatient for it to be over. It is possible that my frustration with the book was exacerbated by the horrible narration by Diane Keaton, but I don't think so.

One of my heroes. Second time through was even better.