the man, himself.

so, j.d. salinger has passed on. i knew it would be soon. i knew he was born in 1919. i knew he was old.

and now that he’s gone, the one hope and prayer i have is that the man has some completed and publishable manuscripts.

please. please. please. i have been waiting since i was 16 years old to read another book by jerome david salinger, and i knew it would never happen, as long as he lived.

i haven’t exactly been looking forward to his death, but uh…

maybe i should stop there. i still call him my favorite author. of course i’m sad that he died. but he lived a long, hermit-y life.

this is not exactly the tribute post i had in mind. oh well. read it and weep. or not.


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