Remembering Joan Didion: A Star-Studded Goodbye

From a New York Times story by Jacob Bernstein headlined “A Star-Studded Goodbye to All That”:

“I know why we try to keep the dead alive,” the actress Vanessa Redgrave said, speaking from a lectern at the Cathedral Church of St. John the Divine in Manhattan, where she was accompanied by her son-in-law, the movie star Liam Neeson. “We try to keep them alive in order to keep them with us.”

The words Ms. Redgrave was speaking were not her own. They belong to Joan Didion, the tiny in size but towering in stature writer who, even before her death last December at 87, had become as much an idea as a person — not just a literary icon but a beacon of intellectual chic, who in 2015 appeared in a Celine campaign.

The church was filled for a memorial service in her honor, put on by her publishing house, Knopf, and organized by her editor there, Shelley Wanger.

Among those in attendance were the writers Fran Lebowitz and Donna Tartt, the photographers Annie Leibovitz and Brigitte Lacombe, the actors Bob Balaban and Anjelica Huston, the director Greta Gerwig, and many of her civilian fans, who lined up outside. It was the kind of crowd Ms. Didion most likely would have appreciated. She was an acute chronicler of power; to be inside was its own form of status.

Over the course of a nearly 70-year career, Ms. Didion had written about nearly every aspect of American life: presidential campaigns, tarot card readers, murders, rock ’n’ roll, civil rights and grief.

But the overarching theme of her work was decline — of our politics, the environment, truth, intellectualism. The eulogies reflected that preoccupation.

The first speech came from the Rev. Patrick Malloy, who described Ms. Didion’s detailed instructions for how to handle the small funeral that took place shortly after her death.

The directives involved keeping things “very brief” and reading passages from the Book of Common Prayer that were among the most “dour.”

“She didn’t believe in a personal God,” he said. “But she did believe in a God that was like geology. You know it exists, and you know it has an impact on your life, but essentially, it doesn’t know you or really care much about you. And that’s not a really surprising thing for someone who had endured the things in life she had endured.”

This included the 2003 death of Ms. Didion’s husband, the writer John Gregory Dunne, from a sudden heart attack, followed less than two years later by the death of their daughter, Quintana Roo Dunne, at the age of 39. Soon after that, Ms. Didion received a diagnosis of Parkinson’s disease. (Ms. Redgrave appeared in the stage version of “The Year of Magical Thinking,” Ms. Didion’s best-selling book about the aftermath of loss.)

Inside the humid church, organizers clad in black handed out fans printed with an Edna St. Vincent Millay quote to guests. (The memorial was delayed, at least in part, because the Cathedral had not open for large gatherings at the time of Ms. Didion’s death.) At the front of the cathedral, a screen flashed images of Ms. Didion throughout her life: with her husband, with Barack and Michelle Obama when she received the 2012 National Humanities Medal, with Ms. Redgrave at a rehearsal for “The Year of Magical Thinking.”

Was one of the photographs taken by Ms. Leibovitz, a reporter asked her. “Several,” she said.

Many of the speakers who followed Mr. Malloy were writers — among them Hilton Als, Calvin Trillin, Jia Tolentino, David Remnick and Susanna Moore — but there was also a smattering of personal friends (Susan Traylor, who grew up in Malibu with Ms. Didion’s daughter), relatives (her nephew Griffin Dunne, who directed a 2018 documentary about Ms. Didion, for Netflix), a former governor (Jerry Brown speaking on video) and even one former Supreme Court justice (Anthony Kennedy, who grew up with Ms. Didion in Sacramento).

As Mr. Kennedy told it, his older sister had been Ms. Didion’s closest childhood friend.

“She came to our house all the time after school and stayed for dinner and often overnight,” he said.

Invariably, Ms. Didion brought notebooks. She wanted to record her notes about the conversation at the house, so that she could improve her sense of dialogue, he said, adding that she was already writing for the high school newspaper.

Mr. Brown, speaking by video, also had a personal connection to Ms. Didion. His sister had been her sorority mate at Berkeley, where Ms. Didion was known for making grand entrances in the mornings, descending the stairs of the sorority house “wearing a pink chenille robe,” cigarette in hand.

Mr. Als credited Ms. Didion with teaching him “that family was always part of the story, along with place, and how the writer’s job was to face the terror, beauty, banality, and truth of both.”

He then quoted her 1966 essay “Notes From a Native Daughter.”

“What happened in New York and Washington and abroad seemed to impinge not at all on the Sacramento mind,” he read. “I remember being taken to call upon a very old woman, a rancher’s widow, who was reminiscing (the favored conversational mode in Sacramento) about the son of some contemporary of hers. ‘The Johnston boy never did amount to much,’ she said. My mother protested: Alva Johnston, she said, had won the Pulitzer Prize when he was working for The New York Times. Our hostess looked at us impassively. ‘He never amounted to anything in Sacramento.’”

Ms. Traylor, her daughter’s childhood friend, spoke of the way Ms. Didion would pull Quintana and Ms. Traylor in close to sing to them with tears in her eyes. She also recalled how Ms. Didion made chocolate soufflés for them at parties and taught everyone how to eat them. (“I didn’t know how to make birthday cake, I knew how to make chocolate soufflé,” Ms. Didion later explained.)

Ms. Tolentino, a millennial essayist and New Yorker staff writer, said that she had not read Ms. Didion until her 20s, but immediately realized that “through the words of others, I had been reading her my entire life.”

At a memorial where so many of the eulogies came from writers who have been paid a lot to complete sentences, it came as little surprise that the guests spent much time debating about who’d given the best one.

But the funniest, many people said, belonged to Ms. Moore, who vividly recalled some of Ms. Didion’s one-liners, among them, “Whatever you do, you’ll regret both,” and “evil is the absence of seriousness.”

That one arrived following a dinner Ms. Didion hosted. Among the guests, Ms. Moore said, was Bianca Jagger, who ignited scorn from Ms. Didion by proceeding to pick the magazines up off the coffee table and read them one after the other.

Later, other guests recalled to a reporter advice Ms. Didion had given them.

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