Born in Harlem, he lived on West 82nd, on Park and finally on East 57th before fleeing New York for the seclusion of rural New Hampshire where he made a rarely practiced art form out of shunning publicity.
Salinger ought to be read for the pleasurable cadence of his prose and for the refreshment of his style that is at the root of much subsequent fiction. He doesn't appear to have been a very nice man, and not one I wish I had known.
(left photo by Lotte Jacobi)
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