It's been a long time and I'm sorry about that, December and January have been crazy months for me. But here's me hoping to get into a new blogging groove.
I had to post today in response to the news that J.D. Salinger past away yesterday at the age of 91. I've seen a lot of people's take on the whole situation and just have to throw in my two cents. Yes, he hasn't published anything since the 60s, yes, he was an incredible recluse that no one ever saw.
He was the first author I fell in love with. I reread the Catcher in the Rye constantly. I had to go buy the rest of his books and was so sad when I learned there were only four. This man could write. He captured characters in a sentence so perfectly.
This death isn't the same for me as when Vonnegut died, because with him there was the shock that nothing more would be published (or at least only a few more things). With Salinger, I am very interested to see if they publish what he's been writing. But a big, BIG part of me is worried. I'm worried that somehow someone is going to push through "Catcher in the Rye: the Musical" or the "Glass Family on Ice." And that scares me.
All in all, a sad day.