
I knew of Joan Didion–the masterful essayist perfecting encapsulating American life in the 1960s, 70s, and beyond. Library coworkers always recommended various collections to me yet I never picked one up until a coworker said, “If you’re moving to Los Angeles, you gotta check this one out.” So, I found The White Album at my library. It sat patiently on my footstool with a pile of other books until I realized I only had one week left until I headed to the mythical west coast.
The book contains quite a myriad of essays, published at various times before coming together in this collection in 1979. From hanging out while the Doors recorded their third album to Hawaiian islands adventures to delivering a dress to Linda Kasabian for the Manson family murder trials, Didion paints a lovely and almost absurdist picture of life.
Effortless references to songs (“jingle jangle morning of that summer”, p. 45) litter the essays. Her sentence structure and big words don’t feel out of place; they just naturally belong there. Didion is so obviously more intelligent than me but she feels like a teacher rather than rubbing it in my face. I know a lot of authors are smarter than me but it usually isn’t written so clearly! The natural references and experiences are intriguing, not annoying. I want to learn more and by reading Didion, I am!
Her honesty is refreshing. There’s no pretending to be a certain way. Didion just is. Her feelings toward society, feminism, and marriage are open and poignant. She discusses her health issues and other personal problems in between interesting trips and meeting famous people. It’s like the pages in tabloids: “Stars: They’re Just Like Us!” Only it isn’t condescending or eye roll worthy.
Like with any collection of essays, I didn’t enjoy every single one. I found something to appreciate with each essay but I wouldn’t say every one gripped me. I love learning new things, however it can be challenging to read about a person, such as Doris Lessing, that I’ve never heard of (if that’s showing my ignorance, so be it) and actively enjoy an essay that discusses her work. Or even parts of essays. I enjoyed most of In the Islands, yet the last section I found rather dull. I like reading about Didion’s life and experiences, not her tangential relationships to various people (unless I am interested in the person, I suppose).
The most pleasant part of reading Didion, at least with this particular collection, is the connection she makes with the reader. I truly felt like each essay had a purpose to inform me about some topic, person, or place. In In Bogotá, she is describing a particular scene. She writes, “The second part of the image.” (p. 196), a phrase that introduces the next paragraph but would be something so normal to utter out loud to someone. It doesn’t just feel like writing. She is speaking to the reader, comfortably and familiarly.
Highly recommend this collection if you have any connection to the West Coast or the 1960s/1970s. Or of course if you’re looking to learn more about the time period and culture. Didion writes quite the pretty (and honest) picture.
Music: Singles from Lana del Rey’s new album, Bryce Springsteen (influenced from the film Blinded by the Light)



