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Why did Joan Didion abandon her book about the Manson murders?
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Didion's recently opened archives contain extensive notes about the project, which was based on her access to Manson Family member and star witness Linda Kasabian
August 16, 2025
By Lesley M. M. Blume
In late July 1970, at the beginning of the murder trial of Charles Manson and three young women in his Family, a 21-year-old named Linda Kasabian took the stand. Kasabian had recently given birth to her second child, and journalists noted how different this turncoat appeared from the other strange, seemingly feral Manson girls sitting at the defense table. By comparison, Kasabian exuded innocence: Her wide-set green eyes, blonde pigtails and "little girl's voice" were regularly noted in coverage of the trial — even though this serene accomplice managed to make even veteran crime reporters blanch when she recounted the events of Aug. 9, 1969: the horrific slaughter of actress Sharon Tate, then eight months pregnant, and four others.
Kasabian had driven the getaway car from the "Tate residence," as she primly referred to 10050 Cielo Drive during her testimony, and had been briefly present at the home of Leno and Rosemary LaBianca when Manson's followers murdered them the day after the Tate killings. Initially charged with seven counts of murder and one of conspiracy, Kasabian had agreed to become the prosecution's star witness in exchange for immunity. The intrigue surrounding her was palpable.
Toward the end of her grueling 18-day testimony, during which she described the relentless orgies and acid trips at Spahn Ranch, the Family's headquarters, Kasabian revealed during cross-examination that she was working on a book about her life with "author Joan Didion." The defense lawyers hoped that the revelation would help discredit Kasabian as a seeker of fame and fortune. For other reporters and writers already entrenched in their own ambitious book projects about Manson's world — including an underground press reporter and poet named Ed Sanders and prosecutor Vincent Bugliosi — this exclusive arrangement with Didion was very unwelcome news. Few in the trial press corps had detected Didion's presence when she visited the courtroom earlier in Kasabian's testimony: She had been discreetly seated not in the media section but among the public spectators.
The press corps covering the trial was "big enough to start its own country," recalled one crime reporter. Two quickie, sensationalist Manson books had been released before the trial even began. Rolling Stone had just run a blockbuster cover story featuring interviews with Manson and prosecutor Aaron Stovitz. One of the story's co-authors, a young music reporter named David Dalton, had, along with his wife, essentially embedded with Manson Family members who were still at Spahn Ranch. Sanders had been working on his own Manson book since early 1970, and Bugliosi had quietly planted his co-author, Curt Gentry, in the courtroom.
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Linda Kasabian, A Manson Family member turned prosecution witness. Author Joan Didion spent time with Kasabian for a planned book. (David F. Smith/AP) |
In a crowded, feverishly competitive field, a book by Didion posed a unique threat. Following the publication in 1967 of "Slouching Towards Bethlehem," her report for the Saturday Evening Post on the onetime hippie nirvana in the Haight-Ashbury neighborhood of San Francisco, which had spiraled into hellish dissolution (the country's "center was not holding," it began), and the release of her essay collection of the same name the following year, Didion was seen by many as a cultural clairvoyant. Letters to her from solicitous editors at publications across the country revealed their view of her as uniquely equipped to parse for readers just exactly what the hell was going on with America's youth and what it all portended for the nation's soul. Even better that she was a product of, and a critic of, California, a place by then becoming accepted — sometimes begrudgingly — by those same editors as a cultural nexus and bellwether.
Luckily for the other writers immersed in the Manson world (some of whom were buying dead bolts for their doors), Didion's book with Kasabian did not ultimately come to fruition. As I've researched my own book in progress about coverage of the Manson saga, I've been flummoxed by the reasons behind Didion's apparent abandonment of the book, which had commanded a substantial monetary advance and received its own wave of media attention. What journalist would give up that sort of coveted exclusive? When others questioned Didion throughout the 1970s about the project's fate, she often gave vague responses. Members of the Manson Family were reportedly smug that she had walked away, convinced that their intimidation efforts against other journalists may have done the trick with her, too.
About a year after Didion's death near the end of 2021, the New York Public Library announced that it had acquired her papers, along with those of her husband and longtime creative partner, John Gregory Dunne: more than 300 boxes of the couple's writings, records, photos and other memorabilia. When the archive opened this year, I scored the first appointment to view it and flew to New York from Los Angeles, with hopes of finding material related to the Kasabian project.
When the archivist gave me a box containing some of Didion's reporting materials from the late 1960s and early 1970s, I sat for a moment before opening it. I willed it to be a trove but steeled myself for disappointment. Then I opened it and saw the item right at the top: a neatly stapled, 10-page document typed on onionskin paper bearing the simple title "Linda." I scanned it quickly, hands trembling. I felt certain I was holding a fragile draft of literary history, possibly even an early version of an unpublished "White Album" essay on Kasabian and her role in the Manson trial. Also in the box was a stack of neatly typed notes from Didion's interviews and interactions with Kasabian and other Manson-related research.
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Charles Manson is escorted to court in Los Angeles in August 1970. (AP) |
Like much of Didion's published reporting, the "Linda" document used a collage approach to journalism, weaving together her keen observations, snippets of dialogue with the principals, and fragments from the trial transcript in which Kasabian talked about drug use and orgies at Spahn Ranch. It was a rough draft by Didion's standards, but an evocative and complete essay by almost anyone else's. I spotted elements that Didion ultimately used in "The White Album," an essay published in 1979 in which she briefly recounted some impressions from jailhouse interviews she had conducted with Kasabian ("Each of the half-dozen doors that locked behind us as we entered Sybil Brand was a little death, and I would emerge after the interview like Persephone from the underworld, euphoric, elated," she recalled) and her interactions with Kasabian's attorney, Gary Fleischman, who had helped broker the book deal. Didion also wrote in "The White Album" of Kasabian telling her that she dreamed of someday owning a restaurant/boutique/pet store. It was the stuff of absurdity, Didion wrote, and the "juxtaposition of the spoken and the unspeakable" — i.e. the slaughters in which Kasabian had been an accomplice — "was eerie and unsettling."
But these were just crumbs; the quantity and quality of material that Didion had relegated to her archives were astonishing. In "Linda," there were glimpses of quintessentially idiosyncratic Didion, too, as she discerned significance in details that everyone else in the teeming Manson press corps had missed or deemed irrelevant.
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The Manson trial drew a crowd of reporters (Wally Fong/AP) |
Leaving coverage of the gorier details entirely to that crew (the "freakathon" theatrics of the trial, as reporter Ed Sanders put it), Didion carved out her own angle on the circus. Yes, she wanted to know how someone like Kasabian, so seemingly subdued and maternal, could have willingly joined Manson's cadre of murderous sex slaves. But she also wanted to use a study of Kasabian as a way to understand what had gone so desperately awry with "these children of the late forties," as she put it in her unpublished notes. The approach was reminiscent of her pilgrimage to study the hippies of Haight-Ashbury in 1967.
In the "Linda" document, Didion noted the unnerving properness of Kasabian's diction on the witness stand and her "Magdalene quality, there under the flags of the United States of America and the State of California." She described the titillating effect of the proceedings on visitors who had managed to score seats to the show — a microcosm of the nation's ghoulish fascination with the case.
"This was really worth waiting for," one attendee told Didion. "Just to see them in person," swooned another.
In her jailhouse interviews with Kasabian — and in later interviews with her in New York and in her home state, New Hampshire — Didion dug deep into her subject's early life. Kasabian told her that her childhood had been impoverished but occasionally happy, until her father abandoned the family "just before I entered school," adding that she'd always hoped he'd come back and that he'd given her a parting gift of "a whole bunch of pennies." Soon a violent, predatory stepfather entered the picture. Kasabian spoke of her early sexual precocity, her early marriages, her flirtations with the counterculture — and her urgent desire to get out of small-town New England. Any escape route would do. Life at Spahn Ranch was discussed in detail, as well as Kasabian's fleeing from the ranch after the Tate and LaBianca murders.
Perhaps the most grimly startling scene that Didion documented involved a visit she made with Kasabian and her young kids to Howdy's, a burger joint near Kasabian's ramshackle home in New Hampshire. Kasabian's children — one she had briefly abandoned at Spahn Ranch; the other was born in prison as she waited to testify — ordered hamburgers, french fries and Cokes. Didion observed with incredulousness: It seemed like such a normal, quintessentially American family outing.
"Linda had gone from Howdy's to the Spahn Ranch to Cielo Drive and now she was back at Howdy's, and none of it seemed to make much difference," Didion wrote in her notes. "It seemed to me sometimes that she had been in clinical shock all her life, and only the slightest accident or rupture of circumstances had taken her to Cielo Drive at all, this somnambulist from the depressed underside of New England."
Kasabian and her family also joined Didion in New York City around that time. Didion recounted in "The White Album" an excursion with this onetime Manson disciple to see the Statue of Liberty, her young children again in tow; Didion brought along her own young daughter, Quintana Roo. In her unpublished notes, Didion wrote that the kids — oblivious to the horrific events that had brought Kasabian and Didion together in the first place — sang "Jumping Jack Flash" and played together on the Staten Island Ferry. On a visit to Henri Bendel, an upscale Fifth Avenue department store, Kasabian overheard on the music speakers "Piggies" by the Beatles, a song from which Manson had drawn sinister inspiration. She ran to the bathroom to throw up.
Didion decided, in mid-1971, about a year after the Manson trial began, not to write the Kasabian book — at least not as it was originally conceived. Kasabian became a recluse; while she had been released from her legal obligation of exclusivity for the Didion project, she never spoke at such length with any other reporter. (She died in 2023, at 73.)
Meanwhile, Didion stashed away her material for nearly a decade: "The White Album," with its brief mentions of Kasabian and the Manson saga — about 1,000 words extracted from Didion's reams of reporting — was savvily released just weeks before the 10th anniversary of the murders. During the investigations and trial, some journalists practically sold their souls for comparatively insignificant Manson scoops, which they scrambled to publish as quickly as possible. More reporters had since vied for access to the reclusive Kasabian, with no success. Yet Didion had unapologetically taken what she wanted from their interactions, coolly strategized how to best use it to her literary advantage.
By the time "The White Album" was released, other writers had published big, noisy Manson books: Sanders's lurid account, "The Family," came out in 1971. Prosecutor Bugliosi released "Helter Skelter" in 1974; it became the best-selling true crime book in history. But in the afterword to the 20th-anniversary edition of the book, Bugliosi quoted Didion's famous words in "The White Album" to illustrate how the terrifying murders had defined the era: "Many people I know in Los Angeles believe that the Sixties ended abruptly on August 9, 1969 … and in a sense this is true. The tension broke that day. The paranoia was fulfilled."
While Bugliosi's book remains a widely read albeit controversial true-crime classic, Didion ultimately claimed a different sort of literary prize, burnishing that clairvoyant reputation with her narrower investigation. Other writers had devoted years and thousands of pages to deciphering the Manson morass, yet she was able to use her findings to define one of the most tumultuous decades in American history in a single, bare-bones essay, years after the fact.
Didion did privately acknowledge that the definitive "why" behind the ordeal remained elusive to her, even after the many hours she spent with one of the saga's protagonists.
"Everything that came to my attention about situations with Linda came down to the same thing: the paradox, the ordinariness of the situation and the extraordinariness of the fact, the mystery (in the theological sense) of the night on Cielo Drive," she mused in her unpublished notes. "I could not penetrate that mystery, or avoid it or evade it or get beyond it."
Lesley M. M. Blume is a Los Angeles-based journalist and historian. She is the author, most recently, of "Fallout: The Hiroshima Cover-Up and the Reporter Who Revealed It to the World." She is currently finishing her book on the Manson saga, "A Devil's Bargain."
Monday, August 18, 2025
Another cut wire that Bugliosi didn't want to talk about
Bugliosi ignored the cut wires at the Sebring residence. He also ignored another "cut wire" at the Cielo house. Researcher Josh Casey has posted this:
The Bel Air Security Patrol got a full pass on this, imo. No harsh spotlight was ever shined their way. But they had a lot to answer for.
Chaos, by Tom O'Neill, pg200
On Doris Tate: "Like her husband, she'd conducted her own investigation through the years, becoming convinced that the Cielo house was under surveillance by some type of law enforcement at the time of the murders."
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And Now A Word From Voytek Frykowski...
Summertime--for many it is time to head to the beach, the resort, or some other fun-in-the-sun destination. For me I have been able to find time to renew my research into the lives of Abigail Folger and Voytek Frykowski--before they became victims of the Manson Family. In my post on Abigail here on Manson Blog, dated December 2, 2020 ("Abigail Folger: A Time In New York"), I published my discovery of a personal letter written by Abigail in 1968. This letter I found in the archived personal papers of novelist Jerzy Kosinski and his wife Kiki. As Kosinski once taught at Yale, it was only fitting that his papers have taken up permanent residence there.
The Kosinski archive is quite large, as it is comprised of over 200 boxes of personal papers, photographs, correspondence, address books, pamphlets, book galleys, and other assorted ephemera. Acting on a hunch in 2020, I looked for materials on Abigail and Voytek in the archive, since it was Kosinski who originally introduced Abigail to Voytek in New York, most likely in early 1968.
That said, I booked a flight to Connecticut and spent a week at Yale University in New Haven at the archives. I gave myself a week, since there were 84 archival boxes of material I wanted to see. Working from open to close--with the expert assistance of the Rare Book and Manuscript Library staff--I was able to complete viewing all 84 boxes. This time I did not find any documents authored by Abigail, nor did I find any photographs of she and Voytek. However, I did find a cache of letters and other items of interest. Most importantly, I discovered two personal letters written by Voytek Frykowski to Jerzy Kosinski and a personal letter written to Kosinski by the artist Witold Kaczanowski (Witold-K). Voytek's letters predate the murders, and Witold-K's letter was written in the immediate aftermath of them.
440 E 79th St, New York City. Home to Jerzy Kosinski and his girlfriend, Kiki. Voytek would live here and with the Halberstam's after his arrival in America before moving in with Abigail Folger in the Upper West Side of Manhattan
As with Abigail's letter from May 23, 1968, Voytek's letters are also composed of words that are entirely his own. To be sure, much has been said about Voytek, but with these letters Voytek is finally able to speak for himself at length. Both letters document Voytek's struggle to find his place in America since his arrival in 1967, as well as his relationship with Abigail. The first letter is from September, 1968 and the second is from May, 1969. I have had all of the letters professionally translated from their original Polish, and have received kind permission to publish them. To my knowledge, none of these letters have been published before.
In the first letter, Voytek and Abigail find themselves newly arrived in Los Angeles after the death of Kosinski's first wife, Mary Hayward Weir-Kosinski, who died on August 1, 1968. The couple drove across the country from New York City, where they just gave up their apartment on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. At first, Voytek appears rather pessimistic about his arrival in California, but decided to make a go of it with Abigail regardless.
The first two paragraphs describe primarily the relationship between Voytek and Abigail. It may make one wonder if by "coffee brain" Voytek is referring to Abigail's (Folger) influence on him. He may be able to withstand this for "obvious reasons," but he is continuing to do so under a pressure that is beyond the endurance of the most advanced deep sea submersibles (bathyscaphes). What he refers to here when he says "devices" is unknown.
Interestingly, Roman Polanski (Romek) arranged for a job for Voytek at Paramount Studios. It is therefore probably not a coincidence that Voytek and Abigail moved into a rental home/apartment at 570 N Windsor Blvd in Hollywood, just a block south of the Melrose gate at Paramount. This establishes that undoubtedly this is their first apartment in L.A. as it is certainly before they moved into their future address at 2774 Woodstock Rd in Laurel Canyon. (There is some indication that the couple spent a few weeks in san Francisco at Abigail's mother's residence before making the move to L.A.).
We learn that Abigail indeed is interested in the social work she famously has been credited for, but in the meantime she is making trips to her hometown in San Francisco. (Her father, Peter Folger, said in a newspaper interview very shortly after the murders that Abigail "pretty much commuted" between L.A. and san Francisco during this period).
Following on, Voytek appears to reverse himself from things "kind of working" in L.A. to, "the situation looks bad." He cites arguments against him (from the Folger family?) And appears to claim that he cannot ride the coattails, so to speak, of Jerzy Kosinski and Roman Polanski forever. Perhaps Voytek then tells us that he may enjoy his time in America with Abigail, but then "leave with a broken heart and shrug." This scenario could make sense when we read that it is "the end" also with Bozena (a female Slavic name primarily in Czech and Polish, which means "divine"). Voytek may have been possibly carrying on a relationship with this woman at the same time he was together with Abigail.
Nevertheless, Voytek vows to carry on in L.A. doing "something". He invites Kosinski to California, cataloguing its many pleasantries, and remarks how Roman "will stay longer," as he and Sharon were living at 1600 Summit Ridge Drive at the time.
Voytek closes his letter by telling Kosinski that the phone to the Windsor Blvd apartment will be connected on Friday. The letter was written on Wednesday September 4, 1968, with Friday being the 6th. Most tenants move into new rentals at the beginning of the month, so it is not inconceivable that Abigail and Voytek moved into Windsor Blvd on Sunday September 1st, with Labor Day being the next day. The phone number and address were to be "restricted" for unknown reasons, but obviously this was precipitated by some "sad experience".
Of note here also is the P.S. statement about the "poor thing"--Abigail. We can only wonder what Voytek knew that Abigail did not.
In Voytek's second letter, dated May 26, 1969, we jump ahead over eight months. In that time he and Abigail moved out of 570 N Windsor Blvd and into 2774 Woodstock Rd. When exactly those changes took place we don't know. However, we do know that by the time of the writing of this letter, Voytek and Abigail were occupying 10050 Cielo Drive from April 1, 1969. Their Woodstock Rd rental house was occupied by artist Witold-K, along with--for a time--Pic Dawson.
"L.A. May 26, 1969
Jurusiu, [diminutive of Jurek]
You see how nicely I call you? Yesterday, I got a call from a mysterious Elzbieta Kosinski who told the lady who answered the phone that I know the number. "He got married, bastard and didn't say anything"--I thought and immediately called New York, where, as you know for sure, there is neither you nor Elisabeth nor a living soul. Amen.
If this day belongs to the astronauts, yesterday's Sunday was yours. Besides a mysterious wife (because how should we call her?), Los Angeles Times published a wonderful review of your books, or maybe better to say--about you. Mr. Robert Kirsch in his article titled "Jerzy Kosinski--The Novelist As Wanderer" wrote such great things that Tyrmand or some other bastard will probably start saying that Robert Kirsch is your true name; a week later "Zycie Warszawy" [Warsaw Daily Newspaper] will repeat the gossip, will add a little and under the title "Our Man In Geneva" will unveil your Nazi-Zionist face, etc.
I miss you, maybe you could fly here my friend?
For two months, Witold-K has been in L.A. He came with a thousand stories, what he is doing here, why he is doing it and who he is doing it for; it ended with him sitting quietly on his ass in my house and going through the hard school of America. I prefer not to predict the future, since he is a rather dumb student. Despite everything I will try to help him though in a limited scope. He is not bad, but alcohol just damaged his gray cells.
Some time ago, David visited L.A. As usual, he complained about everything and everyone; I invited him to Romek [10050 Cielo Drive] and this was just beyond his strength and abilities to comprehend. "I am sorry, Wojtek, but they are big children. I am too old for that, I cannot do it, I will not do it"--he almost shouted and cried like a little child. The point was that nobody saw him on TV, nobody asked him about Vietnam and nobody drank alcohol. I wanted the best and it turned out the worst.
Looking back on my two American years I can see how lucky I was that I met you and Romek. If I didn't I would still be sitting half-drunk in Halberstam's kitchen carrying on fierce disputes with Tyrmand over what Pilsudski told Niedzinski in 1933. You taught me a lot, mainly how to adopt a Pole to the American technique of life, which you have mastered to perfection. Romek rejuvenated me to such a degree that more and more often and more and more seriously I think that the voting age should be lowered to twelve and nobody above the age of fifty should vote.
As usual, I exaggerate; however, at this moment I am convinced that the front line is between young and old and not races, systems, gays, etc.
What I wrote above I knew, or better--I felt through my skin. I was convinced I was right after interviews conducted by Lou Harris (published two weeks ago in Life) and Gallup. In short, everything comes to a simple statement: the most conservative, regressive group of people are uneducated boors and how the Americanness in the world is about hatred of the poor towards the rich, so is their (the old) conservatism based on boors' aversion to educated and intelligent people. Never before has education been so widespread, and it is mostly young people who study but what is more important, more and more often they are taught by other young--the conflict is inevitable.
I am sorry for such a serious tone but what is going on here recently pissed me off to the highest degree. The governor Regan teaches the best professors in the world how and what they should teach and it reminds me of the worst Stalinist times. Inside me slowly grows a desire to write something so bad that if it gets published anywhere I will be sent to the moon without a return ticket. But I didn't come here to be afraid.
Hugs, Wojtek
P.S. I am sending this letter to your New York address in the belief that your bureaucratic system will forward it to Geneva, or whatever."
The job at Paramount Studios, organized by Roman, was abandoned by Voytek due to lack of interest or suitability. Thus Voytek found himself later at Cielo Drive and characteristically unemployed again. He begins the letter describing, "the lady who answered the phone," and he is no doubt referring to Mrs. Chapman the maid. As in his first letter, Voytek invites Jerzy Kosinski to Los Angeles, and expresses the fact that he misses him. We are then reintroduced to Witold-K, and consequently how Voytek feels about him, and his assessment isn't very flattering. Although much has been said about Voytek's involvement with drugs, there is no blatant mention of it in this letter. However, a subtle indication may be found here in that David Halberstam seems to ardently complain to Voytek that he does not want to "do" something at Cielo--that something may have been drugs. Also of interest is the fact that Voytek makes no declaration here that his relationship with Abigail may be failing, and all of this is just weeks before the murders.
We are also made aware of the fact that David Halberstam visited from New York. Halberstam (who died in 2007), was an American writer, journalist, and historian who wrote on a number of topics. He was an expert on the Vietnam war, and won a Pulitzer Prize in 1964. He was married to Polish actress Elzbieta Czyzewska, and both were close friends to Jerzy Kosinski, and, by extension, to Voytek. In fact, in addition to living with Jerzy and his girlfriend, Kiki in New York, Voytek also resided temporarily with Halberstam, and even had the privilege of the use of his car.