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		<title>Mr. Joan Didion</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Dec 2012 16:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Exploring the works of John Gregory Dunne, it's all but impossible to discern where husband ends and wife begins]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.theamericanreader.com/"><img style="margin: 0 10px 0 0;" src="http://media.salon.com/2012/12/Reader-Logo_new-e1356276691945.jpg" alt="The American Reader" align="left" /></a> <em>Joan Didion</em>. The name alone conjures up an ocean of descriptive phrases in which one could drown. Here is but a small helping: In <em>Salon</em>, Kyle Minor called her “the most consistently interesting and quotable essayist in the English language.” In<em>Intelligent Life</em> magazine, Robert Butler echoes that sentiment, labeling her first-person voice “cool” and “incisive.” “The writer who expressed most eloquently the eternal-girl impulse,” Caitlin Flanagan recently dubbed Didion in <em>The Atlantic</em>. A visit to the Amazon page of but one of her fourteen books yields “taut, clear-eyed,” “extraordinarily poignant,” “achingly beautiful,” and, about the book peddled at this particular URL, “a remarkably lucid and ennobling anatomy of grief.”</p><p>But goodbye to all that, for now.</p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2012/12/25/mr_joan_didion/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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