As you are most likely aware, if you are a literary peep of any description and/or you read/watch the news, J.D. Salinger has died. An obit here, and funny/serious commentary from the Onion here. Somewhere in the blogosphere, someone said he and Holden C. captured the idea of "teenagers under siege." That teenage feeling is still very clear to me--everybody just GET THE F*CK OUT OF MY FACE--and I still stumble over it today (oops--loner self showing through). And he captured it distinctly. Like someone else in the blogosphere said, we wouldn't have The Breakfast Club (yay John Hughes) without J.D. Salinger. I can't say I love Catcher In The Rye, though I haven't read it for years. But I love the sentiment. And I still don't like phonies.
So thanks, reclusive dude: directly or indirectly, you made edgy realistic YA possible. You made Morgan possible. One last thing: Holden spells "crummy" as "crumby." I am amused to no end every time I read that word.
I promise to be a better blogger from now on. I had nothing to say for a while, and who wants to read a writer with nothing to say?
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