Salinger Page #4
Salinger at Princeton Library.
After we got into
the reading room,
we turned the last page
of something and came across
a 3-by-5-inch light green
spiral-notebook-bound paper.
And I remember, at that moment,
everybody's pulse sort of jumped
because it was handwritten.
Ostensibly,
it was written by Salinger,
about the Allies
coming into Paris.
He talked about
driving in the jeeps into Paris
and the Parisians
for the Americans to kiss.
And he said that you could
stand on the hood of your jeep
and take a leak on it, and it
wouldn't matter, it would be OK.
Anything you did would be fine.
I think one of the great
stories of literary history
is the meeting of Ernest
Hemingway and J.D. Salinger
in Paris during the liberation.
Ernest Hemingway was his icon.
He loved the way
Ernest Hemingway wrote.
At the time that Salinger met my
grandfather, Ernest Hemingway,
in World War II,
he was the most famous writer
of the 20th century,
and so you can see why Salinger
would seek him out.
And I think that would have been
a kind of romantic vision
for my grandfather
to see in Salinger
in the Infantry division
fighting during World War II.
And Jerry actually
gave him a manuscript
and asked Hemingway
to look at it.
Which took a great deal
of derring-do
on his part, really.
But Hemingway saw what
Jerry was thrilled that
Hemingway appreciated
his writing.
This was like getting
the greatest accolade
he could possibly have.
I didn't think that Jerry would
ever push up to see anybody...
...'cause he seemed
rather shy and reclusive.
J.D. Salinger is a recluse who
likes to flirt with the public
to remind them
that he's a recluse.
He's not a recluse. He appears
whenever he feels like it.
and we'd see all our friends
and all our neighbours,
and Jerry Salinger
was one of 'em.
He came to all the fairs
and enjoyed them immensely.
A friend of mine said, "Oh,
I met J.D. Salinger tonight,
"popped in backstage
to meet the cast.
"And he was very jovial
and very cheery."
He's not reclusive
in the total sense of the word.
He's in touch with people.
He travels to Europe.
He comes to New York.
We were just
hanging around the house
when the phone rings.
I answered it. This male voice
asked for Lacey Fosburgh.
Salinger has to do everything
exactly on his own terms.
The true recluse
would never pick up the phone
and call a reporter
from the 'New York Times'.
Lacey was the first woman
for the 'New York Times',
and now working out of
the San Francisco bureau.
She picked up the phone,
and his first line was,
"This is a man
called Salinger."
He enjoys the game.
Reclusivity is a great
public relations device,
among other things.
By being out of the picture,
he's in the picture.
intentional paradox on his part.
She goes...
.. "Salinger! It's Salinger!"
This was the first interview
that Salinger had granted
since 1953.
"Give me some paper!
Give me some paper!"
He says, right off the bat,
"I can only talk for a minute."
So I'm scurrying around,
grabbing some paper,
she's furiously writing notes
on anything that's around.
Then, of course,
the conversation ends up
being a half an hour long.
He sets the scene - it was
a cold, windswept, rainy night
in New Hampshire
as he was talking to her.
And the point of the call was
he was concerned that
pirated editions of
his uncollected shod stories
were being sold
across the country.
J.D. Salinger
paperbacks.
Two little volumes.
He referred to them as
"the gaucheries of his youth".
The stories that he never
wanted published at all,
that he had written
in the 1940s.
He called her because
he was clearly upset
about this pirate publication.
These were stories that
he did not want in circulation.
He didn't have to do that.
He just had to file a lawsuit.
One of the great coups
of the story was that
she was able to get Salinger
to talk about
what he was up to as a writer
and that he was
writing every day,
which was one of the great
mysteries of the literary world
for a decade or so.
He paints
this portrait of someone
who is completely devoted
still to his craft,
still turning out
story after story,
novel after novel, perhaps.
And she got him
to talk about his own feelings
about publishing and being
published and being private.
Salinger said, "I don't have
any intention of publishing.
"There's a stillness that comes
from not publishing."
Lacey immediately
got on the phone
with the national desk
of the 'New York Times'
to say, "Hey," you know,
"I just talked to Salinger."
He knew if he called
a 'New York Times' reporter,
that story would be on the front
page of the 'New York Times',
which is exactly what happened.
Which was
extraordinary at the time -
this was before the 'Times'
format had changed,
and so running soft news on
the front page was a big deal.
I didn't have
a lot of money then,
and I didn't know
quite what was going on,
and when I went back
to buy the second one,
not only was the book gone,
both volumes were missing.
to admit they'd ever sold it.
Salinger had pulled them
from all the bookstores.
I mean, this was a second-hand
bookstore on Telegraph Avenue.
I couldn't even believe
It was incredibly eerie,
almost sort of medieval...
...primal fears came out of
the Hilrtgen Forest.
Salinger experienced that
firsthand.
It was basically described
as a meat grinder.
Soldiers described
that battle as one where
they wished they could
Whole companies of 200 men
would be down to 20 or 30
after four or five hours.
Guys would literally
half a leg missing,
and they'd be laughing as they
were taken off on a stretcher
because they knew
they were going home.
The only way Salinger could have
survived an intense shelling
would have been
to literally hug a tree.
To get close enough
to that thing and pray to God
that somebody else gets it.
"November 10, 1944.
"Dear M, This poor young man
"has been bombarding me
with poems for a week or so.
"It appears that
he's serving overseas,
"so everything becomes
more touching."
J.D. Salinger and Louise Bogan
first crossed paths
when he wrote to her
in November of 1944.
He may have thought
that she was the poetry editor
of the 'New Yorker'.
She wasn't.
She was simply their reviewer.
And she passed the poems along
to her friend at the magazine,
William Maxwell.
"Dear M, I send you another
of Sergeant Salinger's letters.
"I've written him, but it is
better if you write him too.
"Perhaps this would help
stem the tide. Love, Louise."
We don't really know
what she thought about
the poems themselves,
but she was deeply touched
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