So a few days have passes since the passing of J.D. Salinger and I’ve had a few days to reflect on his work and its impact on me in my life.
My introduction to Salinger is a little different from most… On my 4th birthday, I sat on a couch and sat next to a weeping mom who had just heard that John Lennon had been shot and killed outside of the Dakota.
As the years passed, there was rarely a December 8th that would go by where they wouldn’t remember John, the shooting or the book that directly/indirectly involved that night.
The Catcher in the Rye
My mom had no interest in knowing what the book was about and my dad (who was a ferocious reader up to his 40′s) had high praise of the book but he never went out of his way to get me a copy.
That changed by the time I was middle school and began to pick up books that I had interest in… I gravitated then (and now) to non-fiction work mostly, I picked up the occasional “fiction” book but I never seemed to find an author that spoke to me.
That changed as soon as I read Catcher in the Rye… I think its the first book that made me love “fiction”. I read the book for the first time at the age of 13… had it assigned to me as a freshman in High School and that may have been the only reading assignment (outside of To Kill a Mockingbird) where I actively participated in questions and answers and spoke to Mr. Martinez (my English lit teacher) after class to explore why I connected to such with Holden. I recall asking him about Salinger and I tried to get a better understanding on his other work.
He recommended that I check out Nine Stories… which I checked out and then went out of my way to pick up anything he’s ever published. The short story “Franny” remains to this day as my favorite.
Over the years I began to collect copies of Catcher in the Rye that had different dust covers/jackets/editions. I don’t own a 1st edition of the book… and have lost out on a number of eBay bids for Russian pressings of the book where it comes in a all white dust jacket with black script. It’s an odd collection… but its mine.

I truly never give that much thought to being a parent… occasionally I listen to an album or an artist and think “I can’t wait to turn them on to this!”.
I truly can’t wait to have a kid look at my book shelf and have him or her ask why I have so many copies of this book.