The table where Dunne fell, with its spindly legs and folding leaves, features prominently in The Year of Magical Thinking, Didion’s memoir about Dunne’s death and her attempt to find coherence in her grief.
The fact that, as they had their dinner that night, “John was talking, then he wasn’t.” What she did remember, though, is what happened after Dunne, in the middle of the meal, collapsed: the silence, the panic, the paramedics, the defibrillator, the doctor, the priest. They were discussing the scotch that Dunne was drinking, maybe, or World War I Didion couldn’t quite remember. They ate in the living room, as they usually did when it was just the two of them, at a small table set near the fireplace. Didion made a fire-a habit from their years in California, where, late in the day, the coastal fog creeps landward-and then dinner. On the evening of December 30, 2003, Joan Didion and her husband, John Gregory Dunne, decided to stay in.
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