The man who penned the best novel of the previous century died today. He was 91. Salinger was famous for two things:
1) The Catcher in the Rye
2) How much he hated being famous.
I loved the first and admired the second. His refusal of fame made his persona (and writings) more mysterious, but also made him (and his writings) more real, and therefore more brilliant.
Here’s a link to my favorite short story by Salinger, The Laughing Man.
Be strong, everyone.