A few years ago I was out in NH visiting friends and we went for a bike ride in Salinger's general vicinty. It was easy to spot his spread: it was the one with a "No Trespassing" sign on every other tree. It was odd: on the one hand, it might keep deranged fans off his land; on the other, it seemed to be a way of drawing the very attention he sought to avoid ("Hey! Famous Recluse Lives Here!!!").
Observations from an old cranky jerk who happens to be a professional philosopher. Occasionally philosophical, most often just vulgar. Sometimes focused on sober points of logic and issues in political theory, but more frequently fixed on nonsense. Bad metal bands, crappy guitarists, stupid lyrics, celebrities, pop "culture," telemarketers, irrationality, and other annoyances. Always misanthropic. Anti-religious. Not particularly amusing, either. Some might say insulting. Strange mail. Kook magnet. Doom. Comments from other cranky jerks, young and old.
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You thought he was reclusive before...
A few years ago I was out in NH visiting friends and we went for a bike ride in Salinger's general vicinty. It was easy to spot his spread: it was the one with a "No Trespassing" sign on every other tree. It was odd: on the one hand, it might keep deranged fans off his land; on the other, it seemed to be a way of drawing the very attention he sought to avoid ("Hey! Famous Recluse Lives Here!!!").
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