Hey, everyone... I just got some email that the "From the Author" section of the Hapworth page at Amazon.Com has been filled-in. Below you will find the amusing exercise in writing in the style of J.D. Salinger found at that site. Amusing, yes, but I suspect that Salinger would have capitalized "i" (and so much else) and would no have mis-punctuated his own initials, if he even would have written such a self-interested piece at all in such an ephemeral and commercial place. But it is amusing, and whoever wrote it has surely read a bit of Salinger. They got the style ok (if a bit heavily laid-on) but missed the content... You can read it for yourself at: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0914061658/qid=918231190/sr=1-1/002-3 913349-6138610 Note that ANYONE can write a "From the Author" review on Amazon.Com. There is no verification done that I am aware of... Should I let Amazon know about all this? Stephen -- The author, JD Salinger , January 29, 1999 for the appleeaters, with regards to hapworth I suppose that the overread or underthought will presume that I published this book to capitilize on some eccentric vision of the man-child recluse as we spiral towards the big 2000. I don't feel the need to justify the stupifyingly uninteresting story that is the publishing of this book. I feel like i should tell you something truly heavy and Glass worthy, in honor of Hapworth and all, otherwise the general readership will lose all faith in this aged and constantly aging sod. But that's the blindingly off-putting irony, worthy of perhaps the finest mid-afternoon melodrama (which, by the by, is not much different than the very worst of said genre), of the whole thing. There's so much that's been said, so much that's been written, and so much that's been thought about this writer (a title that I wear not unlike a badge of distinct honor at a grade school science fair), but there's a precious scarcity of valuable things that I can think to say back. Just hello, and thank you for caring about the playthings of my imagination. No flair for the dramatic, dear reader, just the singularly narrow-minded and perhaps religious desire to "only connect", as a greater man once said. Hapworth will be out this year, and it is my sincere intention that those people that enjoyed my other works will enjoy this one, regardless of its substantial shelf-life, as well. Seymour would certainly have something better to say, something all inclusive and inspiring and goddamn frustrating, and if you like that sort of thing, Hapworth is your ticket, as they say. Until then, thanks to you.