Unrelated to anything, except maybe as a late Christmas present (though kinda wrecking my ideas about this maybe being an employment recruitment-friendly blog by pointing to what I'm guessing is copyright-dubious material), stumbled upon what looks to be the complete published short-story works of JD Salinger. Covering 1940 - 1965, Catcher in the Rye's there, too, if you reckon you can handle reading the whole book from the screen.
25 years is a short while, out in the world as well as in somebody's life, and it's pretty cool to be able to see not just his development as a writer -- technically, as well as in his perspective -- but also the wider social themes and fashions in social interaction; and in-between a few different first-person characters, one voice coming through now and again with the kind of over-thinking under a cover of casualness instantly recognisable in its similarity to Holden Caulfield. Which is one of the most pleasant, most comforting voices I know. If you've read Catcher, one in particular - This Sandwich Has No Mayonaise - is bittersweet.
Some other favourites so far:
The Long Debut of Lois Taggett
The Heart of a Broken Story
(later edit - forget the others, this one especially: ) For Esme, with Love and Squalor
25 years is a short while, out in the world as well as in somebody's life, and it's pretty cool to be able to see not just his development as a writer -- technically, as well as in his perspective -- but also the wider social themes and fashions in social interaction; and in-between a few different first-person characters, one voice coming through now and again with the kind of over-thinking under a cover of casualness instantly recognisable in its similarity to Holden Caulfield. Which is one of the most pleasant, most comforting voices I know. If you've read Catcher, one in particular - This Sandwich Has No Mayonaise - is bittersweet.
Some other favourites so far:
The Long Debut of Lois Taggett
The Heart of a Broken Story
(later edit - forget the others, this one especially: ) For Esme, with Love and Squalor
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