"That depresses the hell out of me," my dad used to say, and when I finally figured out that he sounded like Holden Caulfield he said, "Where do you think I got it?," and I realized that my sensitive, phony-phobic father had been 18 when Catcher in the Rye came out, and it made me feel kind of tender and protective of him. 

Don't worry, his favorite book was Catch-22.

Special thanks to Tex Wood, who taught his students much that was not on the curriculum, for introducing me to Seymour Glass.

Anyway, another obit.

Good for him, wanting to be left alone.

Comments

[David Boyd]

Left alone. Best thing about him. Evah.

[j. neas]

The Onion's obituary is genius. A very fitting tribute.

Bunch Of Phonies Mourn J.D. Salinger