Salinger

My TV died suddenly.  I was half way through the PBS piece on J.D. Salinger.  (He was the topic of one of my first posts. September 22, 2009 - I said I was writing for J.D. Salinger.) Happily, the program was available on Netflix. I was able to view the rest of it tonight without my television.  Nicely done with the alternating narrators and use of sound to punctuate image.  I wonder if the two screens of Joyce Maynard were really necessary, though.  It seemed to imply that she was two-faced precisely as she was defending herself from that accusation.  Kind of artsy in a heavy handed, deceptive way.  Probably no one told her she would be interviewed in two settings from two different angles so that the editor could create the impression of two Joyces. Why echo the accusation?  Just let her talk then move on.  

Somehow I managed not to read The Catcher in the Rye.  I read almost all of Salinger's other titles with relish. It was because of Salinger's Franny and Zooey that I read The Way of a Pilgrim.  The Way of a Pilgrim is the first person account of a Russian (pretty sure) man's journey to establish in his soul  prayer that does not cease.   The Way of a Pilgrim led me to The Philokalia.  If I have any humans reading this they seem to be in way Eastern Europe/ The Ukraine.  or so Google analytics says.

I will read  9 stories again.

Perhaps this post will elicit more chaste advertising choices from the world of artificial intelligence governing adsense. lately it's been a little depressing.