I had heard Didion was turning her tremendously painful and remarkable book <\/a>about her husband’s death into a one-woman show. An odd thing – hard to imagine – and horrible to know that since the publication of that memoir – Didion’s daughter Quintana, a woman in her 30s, also passed away. Just horrifying. The crucible of loss. Unbelievable. Didion threw herself into working the book into a play … the writer’s survival technique, I suppose … And now I am beside myself with excitement<\/a>.<\/p>\n I must<\/u> see this. It opens in March. I will lie in the dirt by the side of the road if that will get me a ticket. <\/p>\n I’ve never seen Redgrave live before, either … I tried to see her in Long Day’s Journey<\/i> – and I kept going to the theatre the morning of – to see if I could get tickets – but then she kept taking time off to take care of her sister, who was quite ill at the time … and I didn’t want to see it without Redgrave. I have heard about what it is like to see her in person. Enough with the second-hand news. I must experience it myself.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I had heard Didion was turning her tremendously painful and remarkable book about her husband’s death into a one-woman show. An odd thing – hard to imagine – and horrible to know that since the publication of that memoir – … Continue reading