Blue Nights

Didion's devastating new memoir explores loss in all its forms, to powerful effect.

By Yvonne Zipp / November 18, 2011

“Blue Nights” By Joan Didion Alfred A. Knopf 208 pages

There are lots of memoirs about starting over after tragedy, about overcoming grief and forging a new life. This is not one of those memoirs. Blue Nights is about loss, in all its forms.

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On Dec. 30, 2003, Joan Didion and her husband, the writer John Gregory Dunne, came home from visiting their daughter in the intensive care unit, where she was in a medically induced coma. That night at dinner, Dunne died suddenly from a heart attack. Less than two years later, their daughter, Quintana, died, just after her mother’s most famous book was published.

Didion won the National Book Award for “The Year of Magical Thinking,” her unsparing, lucid examination of her grief and tangled thought processes in the months after Dunne’s death. If you’ve lost a loved one since 2005, the odds are good that someone has lovingly pressed a copy into your hands. Turning her investigative journalist’s eye inward, Didion’s ability to scrutinize her own consciousness to chronicle that raw time spoke directly to thousands of people reeling from loss.

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That willingness to wield her honed talent on herself, as well as to look unflinchingly at a subject most Americans shy away from, are again on display in her elliptical, devastating new memoir, “Blue Nights.”

The book’s title comes from the French word for the gloaming. In a preface, Didion writes, “This book is called ‘Blue Nights’ because at the time I began it I found my mind turning increasingly to illness, to the end of promise, the dwindling of the days, the inevitability of the fading, the dying of the brightness. Blue nights are the opposite of the dying of the brightness, but they are also its warning.”

“Blue Nights” opens on July 26, 2010, on the anniversary of Quintana’s wedding day. Didion shares glimpses – the “peach-colored cake from Payard,” the red soles of her daughter’s Christian Louboutin shoes. Quintana herself remains elusive, seen in snatches and scraps of her mother’s memory. “Quintana is one of the areas about which I have difficulty being direct,” Didion writes.

She and Dunne adopted Quintana and brought her home from the hospital on March 3, 1966, when Didion’s career as a journalist was taking off. (She almost took the baby to Saigon, shopping for parasols and pastel dresses for them both. Happily, the trip was canceled.) When Quintana was small, the three traveled to New York, Honolulu, and Paris, staying in hotels while Dunne and Didion worked on screenplays like “The Panic in Needle Park” and profiled the band Chicago. The five-year-old learned to order triple lamb chops from room service and sign for Shirley Temples.