J.D. Salinger died yesterday. He was just past his 91st birthday.
The author of “The Catcher in the Rye” lived life on his own terms. He didn’t want celebrity. He shunned it despite the many attempts by fans to see him, touch him, feel him. Salinger is thought of as a recluse, but he just didn’t want the trappings of fame. It was hard for people to accept.Salinger’s work was not confined to “Catcher.” His “Franny and Zooey,” “Nine Stories,” and “Raise High the Roofbeam, Carpenters” are equal classics, profoundly insightful and poignant.
There are plenty of uncollected Salinger stories floating around if you’re interested. For one thing, The New Yorker CD set of all the magazine’s back issues contains many of them. And there are many websites that include all of them. Try this one.
One thing for certain: there will be no movie adaptations of Salinger’s work. This is for the best. His characters and stories should live in the imagination only. God rest J.D. Salinger’s soul.