Earlier today, one of the best and strangest authors of the 20th century died. J.D. Salinger was 91 and died of natural causes.
He is best known for his book The Catcher in the Rye which is also one of my favourite books of all time. The character of Holden Caulfield is one of the best ever created and truly represents teenagers everywhere,
across generations. The raw honesty in the book is unbelievable and the story timeless. The ultimate story of teenage angst and trying to find your own way, I recommend anyone who hasn't read it checks it out. I still read it at least once every year.
His collection of short stories Nine Stories is another one of my favourites. Everyone should read that to. In fact, find something he has written and read it. Now.
His brilliant writing is too often overshadowed by the fact that he only published a few items, other than the most famous two that I mentioned, before withdrawing completely from the spotlight and living as a recluse for almost 50 years, at the very home where he died in New Hampshire. In my opinion, while he was clearly a weird guy, he should have been allowed to live in peace and not be constantly questioned as he was.
At the same time, it is sad that a man who had the potential to be one of the best authors of all time, checked out so early.
A quote in the obituary in the New York times really caught my eye and summed up his strange but magical nature.
“Salinger had remarked that he was in this world but not of it."
“His body is gone but the family hopes that he is still with those he loves, whether they are religious or historical figures, personal friends or fictional characters.”
Everyone who loved his writing hopes exactly the same.
Thanks for the words J.D.
With love and squalor,
Keith.
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