When J. D. Salinger died two weeks ago, I decided not to write an obit for him, mostly because—I'm sorry; I'm a philistine—I've never felt like Catcher in the Rye or his Glass family stories were all that great. (Actually, I've always thought his mannered, self-conscious characters were... well, phony.) But I finally got around to reading some of the coverage of his death, and dude, who knew the man was such a skeeze? His relationships with women were insane, ranging from his crappy parenting to his deeply messed-up marriage to his ten-month-long affair with Joyce Maynard in 1972 when she was eighteen (and looked twelve) and he was fifty-three. (Seriously. She was a teen author for Seventeen. Where were her parents?)Anyway, I hope they do make a movie of Catcher in the Rye, and I hope Brett Ratner (ooh, no, Michael Bay!) directs it. Suck on that, ghost of Salinger!
Labels: J.D. Salinger
4 Comments:
Ha ha ha! Posts like these are why I follow this blog, you know. :-)
1:05 PM
Thank you! I'm glad to see that my, uh, "highly personal" take on the ol' literary greats resonates with someone!
1:42 PM
Megan Fox could play the girl Holden meets (Sunny?)... or, better yet, his sister.
2:43 PM
That would be SWEET JUSTICE.
4:10 PM
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