Salinger Page #6
1948 was really a turning point
for Salinger
and the 'New Yorker'.
He published
'A Perfect Day for Bananafish'
and two other stories.
And from then on,
he was known and identified
as a 'New Yorker' writer.
he told me how much
it had meant to him to be
published by the 'New Yorker'.
Salinger was considered
really a shooting star.
A 'New Yorker'
contributor in Hollywood said,
"Everybody out here
talks about Salinger.
"My God, that guy is good.
"Evenings are spent,
and this is on the level,
"discussing the guy
and his work."
I would ask people
who worked with him,
"Did he have a reclusive
personality back then?
"Did you ever see him?"
They said, "Oh, you know,
we saw him all the time."
"We talked to him. He was
very warm. He was Jerry."
He would call up and say,
"I'm going to the Blue Angel
tonight. Wanna come along?"
So we would go to the Blue
Angel, which was a nightspot
where young talent
would try out.
When we were at
the Blue Angel together,
he was very sociable.
He talked to people. He even
talked to the performers.
Jerry was
Jerry had a wonderful time,
because he'd identified
with these types
who were trying
to make their mark,
just as he was trying to make
his mark with his writing.
And he was very charitable.
He was very encouraging.
But he wouldn't encourage
a young writer.
That was different.
That was competition.
He was pretty suave
with the women.
He used to lie to them
and tell them
he was a goalie
But it was
I mean, he didn't try to kiss
me or hug me or squeeze me
or anything
Maybe I was too old for him.
I think he liked younger girls.
I was only seven years younger.
I think maybe he preferred them
12 years younger.
Or younger than that.
Don't mess
with Mr In-between.
We were in Daytona Beach,
and I was sitting at
reading 'Wuthering Heights'.
And this man
sitting next to me said,
"How is Heathcliff?
How is Heathcliff?"
And I turned to him, and I said,
"Heathcliff is troubled."
He was in this
terrycloth bathrobe.
He was very white,
and his legs were white.
He didn't look like
he belonged at this pool.
It's the classic
veteran's syndrome.
You come back from a war
and see all around you
people that don't understand,
don't have a clue
about the first thing
that you did
when you were over there,
rather than here.
His mind seemed to skitter
over various topics.
He told me he was a writer,
that he had published stories
in the 'New Yorker',
and he felt that was
his finest accomplishment.
We sat there for quite a while,
"How old are you?"
And I said, "14."
And I do remember very clearly
his grimace.
He said he was 30.
He made a point of saying
that he was 30 on January 1,
so that, in a way,
he was just 30.
I finally left,
and as I was going away,
he told me his name was Jerry.
I saw him the next day,
We would walk down the beach
to this old rickety pier.
We did this every afternoon
for, say, about 10 days.
We'd walk very slowly
down to the pier.
It was though
he was escorting me,
and lean down to hear
what I had to say.
He was very deaf
in his right ear.
with the war.
But Jerry Salinger
listened like you were the most
important person in the world,
and he wanted
to know about my family.
He wanted to know
about my school.
He wanted to know about
what games I played.
He wanted to know who I was
reading, what I was studying.
He wanted to know whether
I believed in God.
Did I want to be an actress?
He wanted to know
everything about me.
We would end up at the pier,
and we'd sit.
We'd buy popcorn
and we'd buy ice-cream
and we'd feed popcorn
to the seagulls.
He was having a wonderful time.
There's an image
and it's that image
late in the story where
Sergeant X feels his mind
dislodge itself
and begin to teeter,
and he compares that to luggage
on an overhead rack
that's unstable.
Think of 'For Esm -
with Love and Squalor'.
Surely, there is no better
story in the half-century
on either side of that novel.
You're in a tea shop
in England,
and an American soldier
is on his way to war.
And he finds himself explaining
himself to a 12-year-old girl,
whose manners are too good,
and this wish
that she expresses
that he should return
from the battle
with all his, as she says,
F-A-C-U-L-T-I-E-S intact-
with all his faculties intact.
And then he makes this abrupt
kind of shattering
cinematic cut
to this soldier
after he's been to battle
writing a letter to Esm.
his F-A-C-U-L-T-I-E-S-
He's barely hung onto his
intelligence and his powers,
and he's gonna return
to America
and he's gonna
be J.D. Salinger
and he's gonna write.
I would do cartwheels
on the beach,
and then I would
flip off into the ocean.
And he would love that.
I was fresh and new,
like a breath of spring,
and I knew I brought him joy.
I think he felt it was
as close to a perfect,
maybe even direct, moment
that he'd had...
...ever... maybe ever had.
These perfect moments,
they got him away
from his melancholy,
On his very last day,
he asked me would it be alright
for him to write me?
And I said, "Of course."
He also said,
"I'd like to kiss you goodbye,
"but you know I can't."
And then Jerry
went up to my mother
and said very seriously,
"I am going to marry
your daughter."
Years later,
he told me that he could not
have written 'Esm'...
...had he not met me.
to William Maxwell
about what it was like
to work with Salinger.
He said Salinger
was very specific,
he was a very careful writer.
He knew what he wanted,
even down to his punctuation.
And Maxwell told me the story
of a piece
that Salinger had written
that had been edited,
it had gone all through
the process,
down to the final page proof,
when they were getting ready
to publish the magazine,
and a final proofreader
found a spot that he felt like
needed a comma.
And he went to Maxwell,
Maxwell looked at it,
and he said,
"it looked like it needed
a comma to me."
They couldn't find Salinger,
so they went ahead
and put the comma in.
And when the story came out,
Maxwell said Salinger was
melancholy about that comma.
Salinger's idea
of perfection...
...is really perfection
and shouldn't be tampered with.
Samuel Goldwyn was one of
the original Hollywood moguls.
He was one of that group of
a half-dozen Jewish immigrants
that there was not only
a lot of money to be made
in the movie industry
but that there was
a budding art form there.
And he became famous
for being the most literary
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