Rain wakes me at 7 a.m., the day before Christmas. I decide to read Joan Didion with coffee. She died yesterday. Later I will read Slouching Toward Bethlehem . This morning I choose her essay on Ernest Hemingway, Last Words. There will be fried potatoes and green chile for breakfast. Cowboy ate his kibble and …

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First came this. Then this. Then this. And on the reading trail, Joan Didion, in a 1978 Paris Review interview, had this to say about Ernest Hemingway sentences: “Very direct sentences, smooth rivers, clear water over granite, no sinkholes.”