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Reclusive author, dead at 91.
- Charles McGrath’s NYT obit
- Richard Lea’s Guardian obit
- Andrew Pyper in the Globe
- WaPo obit
- Independent obit
- Laura Miller’s Salon obit
- Fulford in the Post
- Slate on his “best” story
- NYer hauls out all his old stories the published (great link)
- The Onion even gets in on the action with a note perfect short piece
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January 29th, 2010 at 2:47 pm
91. Is not publishing and refusing interviews good for the health?
January 30th, 2010 at 2:07 am
I remember reading Catcher in the Rye back in high school. Thought it was a pretty good book and was disappointed to find out that good ol’ JD was rumoured to have written many other books but hid them away in his safe. Perhaps with some luck, much like Steig Larsson, his other novels will be published now that he’s passed.
January 31st, 2010 at 4:35 pm
If “Seymour, an Introduction” and “Hapworth 16, 1924″ are anything to go by, I’m not shuffling any posthumous material to the front of the reading queue if it ever does get published. I’ll probably read at least some of it – I’ve read all his published work, including the unanthologized stories, as well as a load of the critical material that’s out there, so yeah, I’d call myself a fan – but there was a precipitous drop in quality after the first couple books, from a novel that required nearly no effort to read and was infinitely rewarding to a novella that was an endless slog with virtually no payoff.
Salinger was in some ways the luckiest of writers; with no money troubles and no need for the adulation of others (at least not after _Catcher_) he was not only able to write solely for his own pleasure but content to do so.