Friday, January 29, 2010
I am mourning Salinger's death today. He is above all my favorite author. His writing makes me fall in love with the English language. He gave up publishing his writing in 1965, and I can only hope that the heirs to his estate will share his work since then.
“…I have scars on my hands from touching certain people… Certain heads, certain colours and textures of human hair leave permanent marks on me. Other things, too. Charlotte once ran away from me, outside the studio, and I grabbed her dress to stop her, to keep her near me. A yellow cotton dress I loved because it was too long for her. I still have a lemon-yellow mark on the palm of my right hand. Oh, God, if I’m anything by a clinical name, I’m kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy….”
Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters