‘She writes with a razor.’ New York Times
‘A pioneer of New Journalism, she brilliantly chronicled America’s cultural and political life.’ Guardian
‘Didion's mordant lucidity is like L.A. sunlight, a thing so bright sometimes it hurts.’ Time
PRAISE FOR THE YEAR OF MAGICAL THINKING
'Her poetic writing has a spell-like charm that is profoundly affecting.' Observer
'this brave book maps a year…when the world flipped over to expose the underside of cool where things go bad.’ The Times
'The subject may be bleak, but her tender treatment makes it a book that we should all read.' Daily Mail
From the Back Cover
A ruthless dissection of American life in the late 1960s, 'Play It As It Lays' captures the mood of an entire generation. Joan Didion chose Hollywood to serve as her microcosm of contemporary society and exposed a culture characterized by emptiness and ennui.
Maria Wyeth is an emotional drifter who has become almost anesthetized against pain and pleasure. She finds herself, in her early thirties, radically divorced from husband, lover, friends, her own past and her own future. Actress, daughter, wife, mother, woman: she has played each role to the sound of one hand clapping.
'Play It As It Lays' is set in a place beyond good and evil, literally in Los Angeles and Las Vegas and the barren wastes of the Mojave, but figuratively in the landscape of an arid soul. Two decades after its original publication, it remains a profoundly disturbing novel.
‘’There hasn’t been another American writer of Joan Didion’s quality since Nathanael West…A terrifying book.’’
JOHN LEONARD, 'New York Times'
‘‘Didion is a better writer than Cheever.’’
ANGELA CARTER, 'Guardian'
‘‘A writer of haunting power and global vision who sees a world on the edge of nervous breakdown and is not afraid to deliver the news.’’
‘‘Joan Didion’s acupuncture prose hits cells we didn’t know we had and reinvigorates our entire sensibility. She circles her characters and key events as she might a dangerous snake.’’
--This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
JILL NEVILLE, 'Sunday Times'