You'll have to admit it. That Ambrose Beers chappy can certainly dish it out. '... J. D. Salinger has churned out more than a dozen different meditations on ... the cloyingly precious Glass children, seven bourgeois bodhisattvas who show up on the printed page, like rejected protagonists from the first draft of a Whit Stillman screenplay about life in an ashram run by Susan Sarandon's favorite self-help author as a boot camp for latent haiku geniuses who hate the internal combustion engine ...' In the case of the People v. Salinger, I always cast Will (or will, if he really insists) in the role of Public Defender. In the face of these latest charges - 'an ashram run by Susan Sarandon's favourite self-help author' seems to me to be absolutely lethal - he behaves with a saint-like forbearance that must surely be a tribute to long hours of exposure to the Master's writing. Scottie B.