In her 2011 memoir, Then Again, Diane Keaton recounted what she believed was her first memory. It was the mysterious sight of her mother. “It was almost as if I knew the world, and life in it, would be unfamiliar yet charged with an alluring, permanent, and questioning romance,” Keaton wrote. “As if I would spend the rest of my life trying to understand her.” The same could be said for Keaton, who died yesterday in Los Angeles, the city of her birth nearly 80 years ago.
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