Los Angeles Times

The daughter of the Capitol City

Sacramento shaped writer, her work and others’ views


SACRAMENTO — The tennis shoes, dirty and worn to their foam core around the ankles, appeared on the front lawn of Joan Didion’s childhood home a few months ago — a talisman of grief to an author who knew it intimately.

On top was a note quoting “The Year of Magical Thinking,” in cursive script written by a hand that seemed shaky. “I kept his shoes. He would need them, if he was to come back,” it read.

Danielle Anderson, who moved into Didion’s elegant mansion in Sacramento earlier this year, took it as “an indicator to us that this house is something special to Sacramento.”

Thursday, as a cold rain gave way to glowering

gray skies, more offerings appeared on Anderson’s steps: a white poinsettia in a red pot, three bouquets of the supermarke­t variety, a vase of yellow roses.

All were left to honor the acclaimed writer, who died Thursday, a daughter of the Capitol City whose relationsh­ip with it was knotty. She was at times nostalgic of Sacramento, and at times homesick for a tight-knit community. But her dreams didn’t fit on her wraparound porch, or even in the fields and ranches that defined this agricultur­al valley in her youth, or under the dome of the state building a few blocks away.

“She had a complicate­d relationsh­ip with Sacramento. She also had a real love for it,” said Rob Turner, editor of Sactown Magazine, who interviewe­d Didion in 2011. “It perhaps was constraini­ng while she was here, she had her eyes set on bigger things.”

It is a place Didion outgrew, but that never outgrew her. At least once a week, said Anderson, someone knocks on the front door or stops her husband’s yardwork to ask if this was Didion’s old house.

For many, Didion herself was a talisman that there is more to this always-trying town than meets the eye.

“For the longest time, I was one of those kids that always wanted to leave Sacramento,” said Harrison Daly, 23, standing at the cash register of the Avid Reader, a local bookshop where Didion’s books were doing brisk business Thursday. Daly began changing his mind about the city after he found a copy of “Democracy,” Didion’s fourth novel, at a library book sale.

Her ability to capture grief touched him and gave him a sense of pride that Sacramento turned out such talent, an indicator of an undergroun­d “cultural boom even though it appears to be quiet,” he said.

Didion was born in Sacramento in 1934, and if she had grown up in San Francisco or Los Angeles, she would have formed a much different take on California than she did in the Central Valley.

Her ancestors had arrived in Sacramento in the mid-1800s. Stories of the pioneer experience shaped her childhood and were a focus of “Run River,” her first novel. She later lamented that book as contributi­ng to the California myth, but it provided a glimpse of how Sacramento was transformi­ng from a farm hub and sleepy state capital into the sprawling region of 2.3 million people it is now.

Didion spent the last two years of high school in a wealthy corner known as Poverty Ridge, so named because of the city’s early history of devastatin­g floods. Before big levees were built along the American River and muddy Sacramento River, the two waterways would overtop their banks, forcing poverty-stricken Sacramenta­ns to escape inundation by converging on one of the town’s few hills.

Wealthy families such as the McClatchys — owners of the Sacramento Bee — would soon learn that Poverty Ridge was a safe spot to build their mansions. Didion’s father, Frank Didion, purchased one of these houses in the 1940s at the corner of 22nd and T Streets, moving the family from a smaller home a few blocks away.

For Didion, the city’s rivers were her constant companion, an escape rather than a fear. She’d raft them and swim in them and later dissect hydrologic reports to better understand how humans had replumbed them. These studies shaped her later writings — such as the 2003 book “Where I Was From” — that debunked myths about California­ns being self-reliant. As she noted, California was dependent on the federal government for flood control, irrigation and so many other services.

She lived in the grand “Didion House” for just two years, before she graduated from C. K. McClatchy High School in 1952 and departed for UC Berkeley. While at McClatchy, she wrote for the society pages of the Bee’s rival, the Sacramento Union, filling a role typically relegated to women during that era. It gave her more of a window into the region’s upper crust, which she portrayed in “Run River.”

For many current McClatchy students, Didion is a footnote among other illustriou­s graduates, including retired Supreme Court Justice Anthony M. Kennedy and California Supreme Chief Justice Tani Cantil-Sakauye.

But for former student Annabelle Long, who like Didion left Sacramento for UC Berkeley and aspires to be a writer, there is pride and kinship in sharing a hometown, and leaving it.

“I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about her Sacramento versus my Sacramento,” said Long, who just finished an essay about her own youth in the same neighborho­ods Didion frequented. “I don’t think Sacramento is all that successful in being the cultural place it tries to be. Sacramento tries very hard and I think that’s the same Sacramento that she wrote about as well.”

After departing for UC Berkeley, Didion occasional­ly returned to Sacramento — to see her parents or take her late daughter Quintana to see rivers and levees and other quirks of her old stomping grounds. But in her 2011 interview, she said she hadn’t been back to Sacramento since the 1990s, including when she was inducted into the California Hall of Fame in 2014.

It is not entirely clear why, past her teens, Didion so detached herself from Sacramento unlike, say, Greta Gerwig, who produced a love letter to her hometown in the 2017 film “Lady Bird.”

But the city was a key character in several of her books. In “Slouching Towards Bethlehem,” she wrote of its significan­ce not just to her but to California.

“That is what I want to tell you about: what it is like to come from a place like Sacramento,” she wrote. “If I could make you understand that, I could make you understand California and perhaps something else besides, for Sacramento is California.”

As darkness fell on the flowers, Anderson, who lives where Didion once dreamed, contemplat­ed what she would do with the living tributes. She wanted to leave them out where others could see them, share in their meaning and grief. But it was too sad to think of them dying there in the cold. She decided she would bring them in on Christmas, arrange them in a vase, and give them a place of honor.

And, she says, she will then do a toast — to Didion, her life, and the beauty of strong women.

 ?? Pete Marovich Getty Images ?? JOAN DIDION with President Obama, right, who gave the author a National Humanities Medal in 2012.
Pete Marovich Getty Images JOAN DIDION with President Obama, right, who gave the author a National Humanities Medal in 2012.

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