For today’s entry I would like to step away from all the pictures of puppies, toddlers, and my hot Future Husband. Instead, I’d like to pay homage to one of the literary greats. The world lost J.D. Salinger yesterday at the age of 91. Catcher in the Rye, A Perfect Day for Bananafish, and the rest of his short stories go above and beyond talent. He was one of the first and few writers of his era that took the chance with a book like Catcher, that was looked down upon for the casual use of slurs, curse words, and sex. A half century later he can tell those critics to suck it, because it’s still among the best novels of all time.
So from all of us aspiring writers out there, we thank you for helping to make literature what it is today.
“I hope to hell that when I do die somebody has the sense to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you’re dead? Nobody.”
-Jerome David “J. D.” Salinger-
