J.D. Salinger has died. He may have gone a touch off the wall in his declining years, but he is still responsible for one of the best – “For Esme, With Love and Squalor” – and funniest – “De Daumier-Smith’s Blue Period” short stories I know. To say nothing of gifting the world the Glass family and coining the word “phony.”
Some speculate that Salinger has amassed a trove of work in his reclusive hideout years, that will eventually surface now that he has passed on. That would be wonderful if it were so. But tonight I’ll re-read something from Nine Stories to mark the passing of one of the last of the old-style Great Ones.
Spotted at Salon.
