The Last Love Song Biography

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One evening in late September 2011, I was riding in a taxi from Central ParkWest to JFK, perusing Christopher Hitchens’ profile of Joan Didion in VanityFair magazine, when the cabbie, who had been mumbling about the punishing price of gas, said wretchedly, “I don’t have a clue what befallen this country.”The cabbie was a relocated Iranian. He grumbled about America’s”wallowing” in ten-year recognition of 9/11. Christopher Hitchens was dying. Didion would before long distribute a book, Blue Nights, about the close to inconceivability of surviving everybody she adored. In prepublication interviews, she had implied that this may be her last curtain call. “