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Nine Stories
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If I can get serious for a moment, and cast aside the brittle, smartassed, persona that the social networking aspect of goodreads tends to bring out, I'd like to try to express what it is that drives me in this life. It is the following belief, instilled primarily by my mother, an exceptionally smart woman who never suffered fools gladly, but had the mitigating grace to be one of the warmest, most generous women you could ever hope to meet, as well as having one of the greatest voices you can imagine (Buttercup)
Here's the main thing she taught me: each of us has an inescapable responsibility to take whatever talent we have been given on this earth, and to develop it as far and as well as life allows.
This is so deeply ingrained in my beliefs that I can pretty much trace every major decision I've made in my life back to it.
What does this have to do with the price of eggs? Well, it's the reason Jerome David Salinger makes me as mad as all get out. Because I can certainly understand why, given the perfection of the stories in this collection, any writer might not want to risk spoiling his reputation by following up with work that might not reach the same level. Hell, nothing could possibly reach the perfection of the stories, "For Esme - with Love and Squalor", "The Laughing Man", "Down by the Dinghy", or "Just Before the War with the Eskimos". And while I'm not really a great fan of Seymour Glass, "A Perfect Day for Bananafish" is pretty damned awesome as well.
So, yeah, J.D. - after those stories, it's hard to imagine anything better. Even anything comparable.
But that's still no excuse for not trying, you arrogant egotistical bastard. You were dealt a monumental, unimaginable, talent. And for you to squat there in-fucking-communicado in your bloody bunker in New England, resting on your admittedly golden freaking laurels, is an act of unconscionable, unpardonable, selfishness. I could almost convince myself that your genius crossing over into madness was the explanation for your lack of output, but you seem craftily able to sic your lawyers on anyone perceived to encroach on your goddamned "privacy".
So, while I can understand the impulse of not wanting to risk your reputation, I sure as hell can't forgive it. You were granted an incredible gift. You should be using it.
And, sorry folks, it's far beyond me to locate exactly where the genius lies in the particular stories mentioned. You really just need to read them for yourselves.
Here's the main thing she taught me: each of us has an inescapable responsibility to take whatever talent we have been given on this earth, and to develop it as far and as well as life allows.
This is so deeply ingrained in my beliefs that I can pretty much trace every major decision I've made in my life back to it.
What does this have to do with the price of eggs? Well, it's the reason Jerome David Salinger makes me as mad as all get out. Because I can certainly understand why, given the perfection of the stories in this collection, any writer might not want to risk spoiling his reputation by following up with work that might not reach the same level. Hell, nothing could possibly reach the perfection of the stories, "For Esme - with Love and Squalor", "The Laughing Man", "Down by the Dinghy", or "Just Before the War with the Eskimos". And while I'm not really a great fan of Seymour Glass, "A Perfect Day for Bananafish" is pretty damned awesome as well.
So, yeah, J.D. - after those stories, it's hard to imagine anything better. Even anything comparable.
But that's still no excuse for not trying, you arrogant egotistical bastard. You were dealt a monumental, unimaginable, talent. And for you to squat there in-fucking-communicado in your bloody bunker in New England, resting on your admittedly golden freaking laurels, is an act of unconscionable, unpardonable, selfishness. I could almost convince myself that your genius crossing over into madness was the explanation for your lack of output, but you seem craftily able to sic your lawyers on anyone perceived to encroach on your goddamned "privacy".
So, while I can understand the impulse of not wanting to risk your reputation, I sure as hell can't forgive it. You were granted an incredible gift. You should be using it.
And, sorry folks, it's far beyond me to locate exactly where the genius lies in the particular stories mentioned. You really just need to read them for yourselves.
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okay, okay.
The thing is, reviews like this make me think I need to try again... what am I missing?

Donald: A Perfect Day for Bananafish FUCKING RUINED ME.

Incidentally, you read this book before I was born. Just thought I'd share that with you.

what am I missing?
You're missing A LOT, Bells! A LOT!
How can a wonderful, smart, witty person like yourself not appreciate the wonderful, smart, witty prose of J.D. Salinger? (Did my flattery woo you to my cause? If not, did I mention you're a bangin' HOT mama*??)
Check. Your. Mailbox.
* I wasn't kidding when I said she's a bangin' hot mama, Goodreaders. I've met the broad in person.
You're missing A LOT, Bells! A LOT!
How can a wonderful, smart, witty person like yourself not appreciate the wonderful, smart, witty prose of J.D. Salinger? (Did my flattery woo you to my cause? If not, did I mention you're a bangin' HOT mama*??)
Check. Your. Mailbox.
* I wasn't kidding when I said she's a bangin' hot mama, Goodreaders. I've met the broad in person.

Seriously, I think I promised Booby I'd read this again anyway... So I'll try.
Now, don't ask me to reread Gatsby. That's a no.
(Check. Your. Mailbox. That never ever gets old. It should, but it doesn't.)


Seriously folks. This is one of the seminal books from my youth (which as "young Buck" Mulligan seems to feel necessary to point out, was a while ago now, but us old fogies have the right to our opinions too). The other book by Salinger that affected me greatly was "Franny and Zooey", but David Amadeus has pretty much given it the definitive review here already:
http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/...
so anything I might add would be superfluous. And seem stupid.
Damn you again, Amadeus. Once more you ecleepse us with your brilliance.
(and thanks, Noran, and everyone else!)

Me too. In fact, I bought Franny & Zooey last Summer to re-read, and my friend took it!!!!! GRRRRRRRRRR!!!

However, I would submit that if Books reads "Nine Stories", then she will feel impelled to read "F & Z".


The other, simpler, reason for writing the review was mere proselytization (spelling?). These stories are so terrific that, yes, if my review can motivate people to (re)read them, that in itself is worthwhile.

: )
There are some authors who have such an effect on your intellectual and emotional development that you feel a kind of proprietary interest in their work - on some odd personal level, you feel the author has an obligation to keep writing, just for you. Which might be nonsensical, from any kind of objective viewpoint, but there is still that immense gut-level disappointment.
David, I agree.
I kind of wonder if, like Tupac's music, we'll see a bunch of posthumous writings emerge one day. I hope it's not as Yarb suggested.

it's such a great review & I love your mum's philosophy David G.

Never read the 9 stories. It will be a treat, I am sure. Fundie evangelicals have this strange "hate the sin/love the sinner" motto and it reminds me of the conflicted way in which I approach Salinger- "hate the writer/love the writing"
Great review, btw.

His talent hoarding reminds me of Ralph Ellison, who was also dealt a wealth of ability.





Bring on the haters!
Sorry, stupid world, this is one of the best books of all time. ALL time. Did you hear me? ALL TIME!