An idolized writer’s death has stirred something in me. Or so seems to be always the case for every budding writer. The report of his death gives me a nice jolt, with a passing impulse that makes me pick up my pencils from everywhere in the apartment, sharpens them, picks the notebook that I just bought the other day, and commences to write.
Every scribbler by now must have paid their respects to the singularly reclusive and a great writer, J. D. Salinger, who died some hours ago. He is 91.
And for an aspiring writer like me, a line or a whole post would just be an apt tribute to the man who penned down beautifully the disenchantment and rebelliousness of youth, in the Catcher In The Rye, which I’d read twice. First when I was 19, and the second time was two years ago.
After writing that last sentence above, I paused a moment to continue my reading on the other reports from Time Magazine, New York Times, and other top websites that cover the death of J. D. Salinger. When satisfied, I went to my room and searched the four volumes of his works amidst piles of books. I succeeded to find the three: his sole novel already mentioned (Catcher In The Rye), Nine Stories, and Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters, and Seymour: An Introduction. I was a little chagrin when I recall that Franny And Zooey, lent to Paula, a former officemate, was still not returned, along with my two other books: Love In The Time Of Cholera, and Beloved by Toni Morisson.
Anyway, the great American Dostoevsky is now dead and this post is dedicated to him. His life has been a legacy to the literary world. His singular reclusiveness adds more colors and mystique to his writing life. And his death would also mean the unraveling of the mystery surrounding his life, which can hopefully provide us the answers to the big questions: Did he leave us another masterpiece or two? Does he still have more new great things to say to us? Did Holden Caulfield grow up in his other unpublished works? And other such questions. Life would be far more interesting if the answers are in the affirmative especially on the first and second questions.
So that’s that. I’ll probably reread A Perfect Day For Bananafish, and For Esme – With Love And Squalor. Meanwhile, got to go now and file some works. Man, I got some SEO articles to write. A man has to earn his living. Till later then.