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cecemae's review against another edition
informative
reflective
slow-paced
3.5
it was very good and taught me a lot but hard to digest not having known too much about miami, a great piece of journalism
zellm's review against another edition
4.0
Didion's reporting style really lends itself to this topic - she reels you in and then hits hard with the political information. I learned a lot from this and found it extremely enlightening, but dense.
susiebenitez's review against another edition
4.0
Miami was a thoroughly interesting read, though I'd imagine it to be a much for somebody who wasn't from Miami, or at the very least interested in the city in some way, as it contains far more hyper-specific political chapters that I was expecting (I guess, why would you be reading this book if you weren't interested in some way?). I wish there was more about the city itself and the people living in it and less about the government, but again, I should have known that going in! That being said, her writing is fantastic, witty, and cutting-- I'm really lucky she decided to write about my hometown. I'm so happy I finally finished my first full-length Didion book!!
nathansnook's review against another edition
informative
tense
fast-paced
3.0
"𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳, 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘔𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘪."
And though the pink swirls, it ends up becoming a warning sign. Miami, for Didion's time, was an unpredictable landscape where money flowed and people disappeared. The last half of the book splays out in political paranoia. Who to trust. Who to look to. Whose hands? Whose blood?
An interesting look that perhaps propels the plot of her novel Democracy or even The Last Thing He Wanted.
And though the pink swirls, it ends up becoming a warning sign. Miami, for Didion's time, was an unpredictable landscape where money flowed and people disappeared. The last half of the book splays out in political paranoia. Who to trust. Who to look to. Whose hands? Whose blood?
An interesting look that perhaps propels the plot of her novel Democracy or even The Last Thing He Wanted.