Spoke to my mum on skype just now and she told me that J.D. Salinger died this week. It made me feel a little bit sad phoney inside. So much so in fact, that I might just go and put my deerstalker on and retire to bed with 'For Esmé – with Love and Squalor'. (If I don't make it to West India to see the Road in the meantime that is).
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