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it was ridiculous
that he was going to write,
'cause his father
very much wanted him
to join him
in the cheese business,
which he had
no intention to do,
and I think that caused
a lot of friction.
His mother, on the other hand,
approved of everything he did.
Salinger enrolled in
Whit Burnett's
short story class at Columbia.
It was a very important move
for Salinger.
Whit Burnett was also editor
of 'Story' magazine.
'Story' magazine
published the very first work
of an extraordinary number
John Cheever, Carson McCullers,
Tennessee Williams,
Erskine Caldwell,
Jean Stafford, Peter de Vries.
Whit Burnett
ended up being a father-figure.
And based on
Burnett's encouragement,
Salinger went home and wrote a
story called 'The Young Folks'.
And much to
Salinger's surprise,
Burnett accepted the story
for 'Story' magazine
and paid him $25.
Salinger ever made as a writer.
Salinger always had
one goal in mind -
he wanted to be
in the 'New Yorker'.
The 'New Yorker'
was considered the best place
for a writer to be published
in terms of prestige
it was hard to
get published there.
J.D. Salinger's entrance
into 'New Yorker' was not easy.
The response to
Salinger's early stuff
was one word - no.
- No.
- No.
You can go to the
'New Yorker' archives
in the New York Public Library
and read rejection
after rejection.
better for us
"if Mr Salinger had not
strained so for cleverness."
"We think Mr Salinger
"and wish to God you could
"get him to write
simply and naturally."
"If Mr Salinger is around town,
perhaps he'd like to come in
"and talk to us about
'New Yorker' stories."
His reaction
was, "They want me to write
"an O. Henry type
of short story,
"but I have to find
my own voice, and this is it,
"and they'll catch up to me."
He wrote a letter
to Wolcott Gibbs, the editor,
where he took
the 'New Yorker' to task
for not really publishing
major, big short stories.
He said they were too tiny.
I mean,
this was a kid lecturing
the editors of the 'New Yorker'
on what they should publish.
He was published
in other magazines.
It wasn't good enough.
He was determined -
"The 'New Yorker'
And, by George, they did.
He had a story accepted
in 1941, towards the end,
called
'Slight Rebellion Off Madison',
about a kid named
Holden Caulfield.
December 7, 1941.
A date which
will live in infamy.
Before they could get it
into the magazine,
and suddenly
this wonderful story
about a young man
named Holden Caulfield
and this personal rebellion
he was going through
seemed trivial
and beside the point
and, you know, it just
didn't seem appropriate
to put in the magazine,
and so they put it on the shelf.
And Jerry
was infuriated at this.
That was
was to be published
by the 'New Yorker'.
"A man is in Cornish.
"Amateur, perhaps,
but sentimentally connected.
"The saddest - a tragic figure
without a background.
"Needing a future
as much as your past.
"Let me."
I wrote this note
to J.D. Salinger
which I thought that
only he could understand,
practically begging him
for an audience.
Do I go left here?
'Cause I don't go left.
There's been
countless fans now for decades
who have done this.
They leave notes for him, they
go up to his house unannounced,
They're showing up to try
to find out from Salinger
some answer
1978, I remember driving
on this road alone
feeling very lonely,
next to the Connecticut River,
hoping that J.D. Salinger,
my hero,
would give me
a few minutes of his time.
One day, I said to my wife,
"I've gotta try it.
"I've gotta go,"
and I kissed her goodbye
Vermont/New Hampshire border
and tried to find him.
I knew this was a hard thing
because I found
the neighbourhood people
protected him,
and they wouldn't exactly
tell me where he lived.
He may be the only writer
in American history
who's created
that just catching
a glimpse of him
becomes an important experience
in your own life.
I drove about six miles to where
I wasn't 100% sure.
I knew that he lived
on top of this mountain,
this wise man living in this
cabin in the White Mountains.
winding gravel driveway
where I thought he lived.
Sure enough,
probably in the midmorning,
two cars
came down the driveway.
One was his son,
Matt Salinger, a teenager.
And J.D. Salinger
stopped his car, his BMW,
got out, walked over
to the driver's side.
I said,
"Are you J.D. Salinger?"
Because I did not recognise him
from the photographs.
He says, "Yes.
What can I do for you?"
I said to him very dramatically,
"I was hoping
you could tell me."
And he said, "Oh, come on.
Don't start that kind of thing.
"Are you under
psychiatric care?"
And he got out of that BMW
to me, it was almost like
he stepped out of a dream.
it was as important as his life.
He asked me
why I left my family,
why I drove 450 miles,
why I left my job,
and I said to him
it was his writing.
I thought he felt like I did
and I wanted to talk to him
about deep things.
Then he kind of got
very frustrated.
And then he stepped back
from my car.
It was almost like
he grew six inches.
"I'm a fiction writer.
"For all you know,
I'm just a father.
"You saw my son
go down the road.
"I'm not a teacher or seer.
"There's people come and see me
like you every year,
"from all over North America,
from Canada, from Europe.
"I've had to run
from people on the street.
"There's nothing
I can tell these people
"to help them
with their problems.
"I may present questions
in my writing in a certain way,
"but I don't pretend
to know the answers."
He was sick of it.
He'd had 25 years of this.
He said, "Do you have any other
income besides your writing?"
Because I told him I wanted
I told him I was a reporter.
He got a little bit angry,
got into his car and drove off.
And as I sat there,
I felt that I blew it,
my chance to talk intimately
with J.D. Salinger.
I sat in my own car, writing him
another note, telling him
that I was
a little disappointed -
I'd driven all this way and he'd
only given me a few minutes.
And as I was finishing the note,
he came back in his car.
And he says,
"Haven't you left yet?"
And I said, "No,
I was just gonna actually
"pin this note up
by your door."
He says, "Well, come over here
and give it to me."
I gave him the note.
His face became long and drawn.
"Jerry, I'm sorry.
"It was probably a mistake
coming to Cornish.
"You're not as deep,
as sentimental as I had hoped,
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