Me. And Salinger. Go figure...

I am by far too self-centered. And I don't even manage to be entertaining while pitying myself. That's no good and it needs to end. I should start to observe more of the outside world. I hate to write that down today because it is New Years Eve, and I do loathe New Year's resolutions very much. But it would be rather pathetic to wait with this few sentences untill next week or so. AND probably I won't actually change a shit anyway. So it doen't matter.
I just read the New York Times article on J.D. Salinger's Birthday this week. If I'd ever finishe my studies I probably would have written a thesis on american short stories and it would either have been Raymond Carver's work or Salinger's Glass family. I did write an essay on the kids once, without even handing it in - or planing to do so. Just for the fun of it.
Reading the article now makes me wanna read some of his stories again. And my paper too, without thinking it could be any good really.
Salinger will turn 90 on thursday. That is if he is still alive. I've never really gotten into the whole story of his departure into New Hampshire's reclusiveness. And I don't believe him to be any other publishing author - i.e. Thomas Pynchon! I think he hates people for whatever reason. Maybe he is writing but maybe he just quit it alltogether. I assume there is a whole army of publishers waiting for him to die and to the get their hands at any manuscripts, diaries, notes or letters that might be there somewhere. I kinda hope for him that he'll be able to destroy everything. That be way cooler. Unless of course that's what he is hoping for too - a posthumous boost to his slowly fading fame...