Joyce Maynard's account of her alleged affair with JD certainly has the ring of truth - & I must say it did my heart good to read it. How marvellous to think the great guru was actually a chilly old obsessional less concerned with rarified Zen insights than with the pizzas putrefying away inside him - all the while snarling at the thought of all those idiot savants dissecting his characters. It restores the artist to his natural home. Down, down, down.. .....where the iguanas play. Scottie B.