J.D. Salinger, With love and squalor
7th Feb 2010
When the news was broken last Thursday that the American author J. D Salinger had died at the age of 91, it was as though a great friend, but one I had lost contact with, had just passed away.
Salinger is a name almost every adult and teenager will know of, and unlike Shakespeare or Austen, he commands a certain respect from the adolescent sphere. Salinger is a name synonymous with the feelings of teenage angst and of disillusion, naivety and confusion that are so embodied by his most famous character, Holden Caulfield.This character, the protagonist of The Catcher in the Rye, reaches out of his fictional boundaries and integrates himself in the minds and bodies of the male teenager; identifying with them in such a way that resulted in Salinger becoming one of the most loved and popular writers of post-war America. However, what makes Salinger such a wonderful writer is that elements of his unruly character can be recognised in most teenagers across the globe. He had such a rare talent for understanding and capturing the most hidden and darkest of feelings. Indeed, when Mark David Chapman, the murderer of John Lennon was arrested he stated that The Catcher in the Rye would explain his brutal actions and essentially his inner turmoil.
Despite the fact that Caulfield is such a beautifully constructed character, Salinger’s other poignant stories must not be over shadowed. In the collection of short stories, For Esme – With Love and Squalor, Salinger momentarily focuses on the lives of soldiers who are suffering from what would now be diagnosed as post-traumatic stress; something Salinger fell victim to after working in the American army. So gentle are the soldiers and so delicately are they depicted that the stories, in particular A Nice Day for Bananafish, despite being short, maintain a heartbreaking pathos that I cannot find matched in any other story of such size.
Perhaps it is a little morbid that this first editorial should include such news but, as I said, Salinger is something of a friend to the lost teenager inside of me and for that reason, this is something of a homage to his work and to his memory.









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