Taken from the collection’s titular, autobiographical essay, Didion’s section on The Doors accomplishes an evocative example ...

In a 1939 essay, the critic Philip Rahv argued that there have been two main types in American literature: the solemn and semi-clerical, which he associates with Henry James, and the exuberant, ...

I came late, let me admit it, to the novels of Joan Didion. For too long, I considered them if not an afterthought then an ancillary line of work. Such a perception is hardly uncommon; the essays are ...

Joan Didion has had a startlingly active afterlife. A star-studded memorial, a pricey estate sale, an underselling Upper East Side co-op: In the almost two years since her death at age 87, much has ...

Many people have been influenced by Joan Didion’s writing. But few of us can tell you what it was like to be the subject of one of her essays. One of her most famous, “Some Dreamers of the Golden ...

Joan Didion: The Center Will Not Hold premieres Oct. 27 on Netflix Joan Didion has set an impossible standard for any documentarian who would want to cover her life. She’s essentially already done it ...

The revered journalist and writer died at her home in New York City. Revered journalist and author Joan Didion died Thursday at her home in New York City due to complications from Parkinson's disease, ...

Joan Didion, pictured during her L.A. days, was an unabashed fan of Old Hollywood, author Alissa Wilkinson writes in her new book about the famously reserved essayist and author. (Henry Clarke / Condé ...

Joan Didion wrote essays, novels and screenplays. Our own Susan Stamberg says the essence of her writing was terse, polished, elegant and piercing. At 87, the best-selling writer died of complications ...

Every item on this page was chosen by a Town & Country editor. We may earn commission on some of the items you choose to buy. The New York Public Library did not get Joan Didion's Celine sunglasses.

Content warning: mentions of suicide. Joan Didion’s author portrait hangs above my bed like an icon of a patron saint, looking over me while I sleep. A new-ish picture of an older her, this likeness ...