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‘Terrifying’ Narcissism: J. D. Salinger’s Legacy

Feb 17th 2010

by Binoy Kampmark

Binoy Kampmark was a Commonwealth Scholar at Selwyn College, University of Cambridge and history lecturer at the University of Queensland

How will we remember J.D. Salinger? The painfully reclusive author of the monumental work on childhood alienation The Catcher in the Rye (1951)? A rather cranky voice for silenced youth? Certainly, many adolescents who opened the pages of the novel to the views and sentiments of the sixteen-year old Holden Caulfield were left in awe at how their world had been distilled into one volume of print. 'I read it till dawn when I finished it,' recalled Richard McDonough in a letter to the Christian Science Monitor (Feb 3), a tender fourteen when he first cast eyes on it. 'It was an epiphany.'

There was little clue that he might turn out one of the twentieth century's most enduring literary works. The appeal of the work has been international. Despite its very American focus, it has been translated into 30 languages, selling more than 65 million copies worl

J.D. Salinger and the Movies


“I believe everything and I believe nothing.” – Inspector Clouseau

Since J.D. Salinger’s death many film critics like Dana Stevens have enjoyed quoting from Salinger’s seminal work The Catcher in the Rye where the fictional character of Holden Caulfield proclaims “If there’s one thing I hate, it’s the movies.” The quote has become a jumping-off point for film critics who have used the line to help explain why Salinger didn’t want Catcher in the Rye turned into a film, but they’re sadly mistaken when they also assume that the author of Catcher in the Rye didn’t like movies.

In Joyce Maynard’s memoir At Home in the World she discusses her lengthy relationship with J.D. Salinger and makes it clear that movies played a rather large part in the author’s life. In the book (originally published in 1998) Maynard explains that Salinger loved watching movies and talking about them in great detail. He seemed to enjoy debating a film’s merits and faults. In

OUR SEARCH FOR J.D. SALINGER

(not altogether organized or well thought out) (whoever he is)

MY MOTHER recently called me from Virginia to tell me she had been up in my former bedroom, rummaging through my boxes of notebooks and strange academic essays, and reading them, too. In one of the boxes, shoved far back beneath my four-poster bed, she had sniffed out a green Dartmouth folder containing a hand-drawn map of Cornish, New Hampshire. The map, sketched on a wrinkled sheet of legal paper, rested behind three yellowing articles dated 1990. They had been clipped from The Fortnightly, the now-defunct weekend magazine of The Dartmouth.

HE CALLED HIMSELF ED TREBITSCH, BUT TO THE AUTHOR HE WAS A LEADING SUSPECT.

"Why Janie," she said to me in the unconscious Atlanta lilt she reserves for expressions of wonder and motherly awe, "I just can't believe all that you've done!"

THE MAP had been a crucial clue in our effort. It represented only a tiny region of New Hampshire, a couple of rivers, bridges, routes, and zip codes all das

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