Thursday, January 28, 2010
It's A Wise Child
Like so many people, I've always loved J.D. Salinger. Not the obsessive crazy "I'm part of the Glass family" love (although is there any of us who didn't at one time feel that way?), but with the reverence of someone who changes the way you think about writing. I didn't read Catcher In The Rye in high school -- I got to it way too late to really love it. Instead, I gravitated to his novellas and short stories, particularly Franny and Zooey. He wrote of topics that other people didn't, or at least not in the same way, a desire for God, for understanding. His words had a way of lingering. You might not get it all, but he wrote about the ineffable, the things for which there are no words.
And uncommon for this publicity-whoring age (I'm no exception, obviously), he didn't seek the spotlight. Of course, this brought it in that Jungian, What you resist, persists kind of way. Most of what we know about him comes from other people's memoirs and it's not particularly flattering. He stopped publishing altogether. He resisted the movies. He gave up the things for which most of us would give our very souls. Who knows how it was for him in his years in seclusion? The young will always love his work, the way he could see longing and desire and the hopelessness of it all, the beauty.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Jesus knew — knew — that we're carrying the Kingdom of Heaven around with us, inside, where we're all too goddamn stupid and sentimental and unimaginative to look? You have to be a son of God to know that kind of stuff." J.D. Salinger
Loved Big Fan! Will have complete review soon.
Benedictions and Maledictions