This book is called "Blue Nights" because at the time I began it I found my mind turning increasingly to illness, to… — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
What does it cost to lose those weeks, that light, the very nights in the year preferred over all others? Can you… — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
“Can you evade the dying of the brightness? Or do you evade only its warning? Where are you left if you miss… — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
“The French called this time of day 'l'heure bleue.' To the English it was 'the gloaming.' The very word 'gloaming' reverberates, echoes… — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
'Blue Nights' is a story of loss: simple, wrenching, inconsolable loss. — Cathleen Schine Copy Share Image
