J.D. Salinger died today at the age of 91. Having read all his works and also having fallen in love with Holden Caulfield, his (in)famous character, I am now looking forward to the only positive thing that might come out of this: for works that he tried so hard not to publish or share to be revealed to us. With the risk of committing a sacrilege and sounding voyeuristic, I am also dying to read his letters, in case they are to be released.
"Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody."
More about Salinger and his literary life HERE.
