>Date: Wed, 05 Aug 1998 13:05:44 -0500 >From: Tim O'Connor <tim@roughdraft.org> >To: bananafish@lists.nyu.edu >Subject: the "Maynard on Salinger" article >Message-ID: <v04003a00b1ee3ed53cf9@roughdraft.org> >He urges Maynard to write what she MUST write, not what provides ego >gratification. This has been a difficult, thorny issue to me for years. =20 I mentioned eons back now, that I sometimes thought Salinger had killed me. It was attempting just this very thing that almost did for me. I'm not up on psychiatry, psychology, or whatever psych-doodah, ego stuff relates to, but I do know that it wasn't until I knocked off trying to suppress my ego, stopped meditating and looking Eastward, and realised that while -indulging- in this, I'd, paradoxically, never been -more- egotistical, that I started writing again. If my writing wasn't to entertain or enlighten or inform, what would it be for? Unless I believed my work inadequate, would I ever write not to be read? Of course not. Why would I? Is there any way to write without ego? I haven't found it. I can hardly sign a cheque without hoping someone's salting it away for posterity. Salinger, I feel now, never pulled it off. It could even be argued that any of his "eccentricities" may be ego related. Why would he still be writing to stick his stuff in the safe or in the back of a drawer like a teenager's poetry? Even if these reports are more than myth-making, I (happily, now) can't say it's behaviour that fills me with inspiration. If Salinger has a couple of books lying awaiting publication on his death, what are we to make of this? Should we somehow look indulgently on it? I don't think so. If he's got something for us to read, let's have it - if not, well that's fine too. He's already done a masterly job. Perhaps, really, when it gets down to it - that's his fear. --=20 Cheers, Andy