Play it as it lays by Joan Didion... So much of this book takes place in the white spaces on the pages, the empty spaces between the sentences and off the pages altogether... If Los Angeles is the City of Angels then Joan Didion is the Angel of Death... Death drives a Corvette... Maria Wyeth lost her soul but it was never made clear if she had a soul to begin with... California as bleached bones and snakes and air-conditioned motels and tranquilized feelings of dread... Verdict: This is the novel equivalent of the Doorsâ final album LA Woman.












