The dialogue with MacKinnon is related with enough precision that you wonder if Didion was running a tape recorder in therapy ... Written with Didion’s constitutional meticulousness ... Not a finely cut sapphire. More like a cloud of diamond dust ... Rough, incomplete, raises more questions than it answers, slightly sordid and absolutely fascinating ... Darkening some of the dazzle of an important star, clarifying but also complicating our view.
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