Re: Universitatlity

    My profoundly uncaring & deeply superficial attitude
    to books has long been recognised both here & - for much
    longer - in my family. I've had to confront it yet again.
    It was last night at the weekly family din-dins, when I made
    a passing reference to our discussion here about the New York
    of yesteryear.

    'The late thirties', I said, 'keeps coming up, though I always
    thought of The Catcher taking place a little later - just before
    Pearl Harbour, perhaps.'

    The screams of contempt were such that for a moment or two
    the squelching sounds of eating were quite drowned out.

    'What about D.B.?' they cried. 'He was in the war.'
    'And what about the atomic bomb bit that Kubrick stole
    for Dr Strangelove when Holden says: I'll sit on it, myself....'
    'Haven't you realised,' they asked, 'that it's the innocent,
    good times before the war that the nostalgia is all about?'
 
    And so on. Pretty bloody unsettling: not the recognition
    of my own fallibility - I'm used to that - rather the realisation
    that Holden is not quite so exquisitely remote in time as to be
    TRULY accessible only to someone of JDS's generation -
    & mine.

    A thought occurs: Why did no one here point out my mistake?

    Scottie B.

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