Tuesday, November 1, 2011

memory, nostalgia; the present can also be faked

Reading about Joan Didion's new book Blue Nights in the Times. It sounds utterly heartbreaking and I don't believe she doesn't cry anymore when she hears her daughter's name. She and John Gregory Dunne had the same post-christening lunch for Quintana Roo as we had for Nicholas--watercress sandwiches and champagne--although as I recall ours was on 81st Street, not in the country somewhere, as was theirs. Of course it was--the christening was at All Souls on Lexington Avenue.

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