J.D. Salinger, 91
Photo: The duck pond in Central Park
J. D. Salinger, who was thought at one time to be the most important American writer to emerge since World War II but who then turned his back on success and adulation, becoming the Garbo of letters, famous for not wanting to be famous, died on Wednesday at his home in Cornish, N.H., where he had lived in seclusion for more than 50 years. He was 91.
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January 29th, 2010 at 15:13
Binabasa ko un Catcher in the Rye ngayon, first time, andun na ko sa bandang kalahati, ung mag da date sila ng merlat na dati niyang jowa. Eto ung matapos ung eksena sa mga madre.
Wala lang, share ko lang.
January 29th, 2010 at 16:28
It’s time to reread Franny and Zoey. You have a good one, Mr. Salinger!
January 29th, 2010 at 19:13
“An artist’s only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else’s.”
Rest in Peace.
January 29th, 2010 at 21:44
ded na si lolo! Ayan, matatahimik na talaga siya.
January 30th, 2010 at 16:54
I am deeply saddened because I just finished reading Catcher in the Rye for the second time, last week. The first time was when I was yet in college and perhaps because of my immaturity, I didn’t like it, then. But last week was different. I was amazed at the extent of my stupidity, of spurning such a masterpiece. At long last, thank goodness, I was able to understand the popularity & controversies hounding such a flimsy yet substantive book. It has become one of my all-time favourites.