Well…here it is…J.D. Salinger’s died yesterday…his death announced this morning made me go passionately about his writing and his chosen life…how I enjoy his stories.. how he is able to put fingers on the language we really use…how he sculpts and paints and feels his characters whom we meet on our walks…we recognize them in our midst…all of those tormented souls…all of those desires unfulfilled…

How is it it made me so sad he is gone…he has been in seclusion for many many decades anyway…perhaps now the hope is eternally gone that he may share with us one more story after a half of century silence…or perhaps he would appear on David Latterman to prove to us he really exists…

Well, he is gone and with him one of the finest short story American writers…pick up his book…allow yourself a company of Holden Coulfield from Catcher in the Rye and you will not believe that it is 59 years since it had been published…pick up “Nine Stories” and keep company to Seymour Glass in his sorrow…J.D. Salinger….what a writer who used his talent so sparingly, so sparingly…quiet for the last 45 years…

J. D. Salinger, Literary Recluse, Dies at 91

http://www.newyorker.com/talk/2010/02/08/100208ta_talk_gopnik