{"id":6282,"date":"2010-01-28T19:24:39","date_gmt":"2010-01-29T03:24:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/blog\/?p=6282"},"modified":"2010-03-25T13:47:40","modified_gmt":"2010-03-25T20:47:40","slug":"the-next-state-of-being","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.danielharper.org\/blog\/?p=6282","title":{"rendered":"The next state of being"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Carol came home, made a sandwich, told me about her day, then said, &#8220;Did you hear J. D. Salinger died?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Finally,&#8221; I said.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What do you mean?&#8221; she said.<\/p>\n<p>Twenty years ago, Salinger was one of my literary idols, and news of his death would have sent me into a tizzy. But since then I&#8217;ve grown tired of the way Salinger courted publicity by claiming to be a recluse; any time his book sales began to decline, he sued someone to get back in the news. Twenty years ago, I wanted to know what happened to his fictional family, the Glasses, after the events in the story &#8220;Franny and Zooey.&#8221; But now I&#8217;m bored by the preciousness of his characters&#8217; dialogue, bored by Salinger&#8217;s half-baked mysticism, bored by his stories in which nothing much happens.<\/p>\n<p>A year or so ago, I met one of Salinger&#8217;s neighbors, and this person knew Salinger about as well as a long-time neighbor in a small town could know someone. This neighbor described a man who was deaf as a post, with a long-suffering wife; someone who was cranky and mean but worthy of his neighbor&#8217;s amused affection. He was just what you&#8217;d expect of an outsider who had moved to a backwater hill town in New England and had tried to imitate an eccentric New Englander; he was not some immortal writer, he was just an ordinary nutty old man.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Now that he&#8217;s dead,&#8221; I said to Carol, &#8220;maybe this will put an end to all the speculation about what he&#8217;s been writing for the past forty years.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Given that Salinger&#8217;s last published story, &#8220;Hapworth 16, 1924,&#8221; was unreadable crap, you can feel pretty sure he wrote nothing of value after that. But I don&#8217;t think Salinger will be allowed to rest in peace. His literary executors will be tempted to follow the path blazed by J. R. R. Tolkien&#8217;s son, and cobble together scraps of left-over writing into bad books that will sell tens of thousands of copies. Right now, I&#8217;m praying that someone will burn all Salinger&#8217;s unpublished manuscripts before they are inflicted on the public. Let the old crank die a decent death.<\/p>\n<p>Significantly, Salinger&#8217;s literary agents released a statement in which they stated there won&#8217;t be a funeral or memorial service. There are those who want no final end to his life. There are those who hope to turn J. D. Salinger into a zombie, neither alive nor dead, putrescent but tottering forward into a century in which he does not belong.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Carol came home, made a sandwich, told me about her day, then said, &#8220;Did you hear J. D. Salinger died?&#8221; &#8220;Finally,&#8221; I said. &#8220;What do you mean?&#8221; she said. Twenty years ago, Salinger was one of my literary idols, and news of his death would have sent me into a tizzy. 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