I just read "Glass House" by Daphne Merkin in the Aug 24&31 _The New Yorker_ (153-157)...it's funny but I normally would have dived into the piece but missed it because I was enchanted with James Atlas's piece on Bellow in the same magazine...now there's a thread to this that unwinds in the same way I started buying only salinger rare books but recently found a first edition of _Humboldt's Gift_ and well, there it is on my salinger shelf...now if your still weaving and you remember that Bellow character "Charlie Citrine" you know where I'm heading since I think in the same way the fictional Bellow (Citrine...) befriends Von Humboldt (Delmore Schwartz almost...), Maynard was hitching herself to mr. salinger's word power...that's why I loved the Merkin piece--it shows mr. salinger pulling away and the fallibility in her running after him with her book... BTW, I don't think it's wrong for young writers to seek more established ones for all kinds of support. Unlike Merkin, I don't fault maynard for wanting that...but like Merkin, I think it comes down to maynard's sour grapes because her writing never came close to mr. salinger's. will