Whatever happened to J.D. Salinger? According to Tom Leonard of The Spectator, he’s living in New Hampshire, eating sandwiches, attending the occasional church social and writing, writing, writing:
The recluse’s recluse, Salinger has lived in seclusion in the small rural community of Cornish, in New Hampshire’s White Mountains, for more than 50 years. After writing The Catcher in the Rye in 1951 -- his generation-shaping masterpiece about teenage angst and rebellion -- he published only a few collections of short stories. A short piece of fiction for the New Yorker in 1965 was his last published work. He hasn’t spoken to the media since the early 1950s, breaking his Trappist silence only once in 1974 for a brief phone conversation with a New York Times journalist in which he said there was ‘a marvellous peace in not publishing... I write just for myself and my own pleasure.’ He added: ‘I’m known as a strange, aloof kind of man. But all I’m doing is trying to protect myself and my work.’Leonard’s piece is interesting, lengthy and here.
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