> Emily Dickinson, though, seemed almost ... ashamed ... (that's the > closest word I can dredge up) of her work, when in reality she was > graced with a talent that most of us can only dream about. Did she??? I thought that early on in her career at least she sent her work to a magazine and even had an ersatz letter-romance with the editor. In the end she only had one poem published, but she was the one who sent it out (I'm relying on final-year-of-school memories here so they could be a trifle inaccurate. Anyone care to elaborate/refute?) > > I'm just suspicious of writing that isn't intended to be read. I > > question the motivation. More than that, I question the -truth- of > > it. I've always compared it to talking into an empty telephone. Re reading S: AI I'm getting an even bigger sense of that. To me, writing is communication, and communication is inherently a two way thing. If you write the world's greatest novel and hide it in your drawer, it's like the good old Zen tree falling in the woods- it may as well not exist. > That's a fair assessment. But when we talk about Salinger, it's not > entirely applicable, because he may genuinely be working with the > absolute intention of posthumous publication, and if that is so, it is > still arguable that he wishes to have the work published -- just that he > doesn't want to be around to see the aftermath. That's a very strange but plausible argument. I've often thought about how Salinger, like Seymour has, in the literary sense, committed suicide - `ceased to be' as Buddy himself put it. He is, to all intents and purposes, a dead writer. Even Hapworth smacks of posthumous publication. Couple this with his strange assertion that, when asked about his favourite writers, he wouldn't name any living writers, thinking it `not right' and you have a very odd attitude coming out. (But hey, we never thought JD was your average joe, did we? (: ) Although the fact that JD so openly mistrusts publication saddles me with a very real fear for those little treasure troves in his house. Boy, I've been reading S: AI too much, haven't I? I'm starting to write like it. > Of course, to be fair, there is another side. He proclaims, "A writer's > face should never be known." But she counters, "If you hadn't seen my > face [in the NY Times Magazine], would you have written to me?" [That > is how they met.] According to Maynard, "He doesn't answer." Another thing struck me about S: AI. If he's so against the idea of famous writers, why is it Buddy's sole job to increase the fame of the otherwise unknown writer Seymour Glass? A mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a great many other riddles ... another thing occured to me on the topic of the Buddy/Salinger analogy. The story that he describes Seymour writing for Waker when he was a child - about a kid catching a fish and then finding it at home having taken over his life - could this be a variation of D.B. Caulfield's `The Secret Goldfish'? Holden *does* tend to focus on the less obvious elements of a story - e.g. Mercutio rather than Romeo and Juliet. What's to say he didn't even find those other elements that Buddy describes that important? So here's the weird and wacky thesis - D.B. as Seymour! Boy this man likes to play with us, doesn't he? Sometimes I'm ashamed with myself for being suckered into it all. Camille verona_beach@geocities.com @ THE ARTS HOLE www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Theater/6442 THE INVERTED FOREST www.angelfire.com/pa/invertedforest