first encounters

Scottie Bowman (bowman@mail.indigo.ie)
Sun, 25 Jan 1998 21:22:06 +0000

	One winter evening in 1955 (56 ?), after finishing a clinic 
	session in the Croydon General Hospital, I was scrabbling 
	under a pile of desk debris in search of a pen.  I found, instead, 
	a copy of The Catcher which had been abandoned, I presumed, 
	by one of the social workers who occasionally used the same 
	office.  (I was sure it couldn't have been one of my medical 
	colleagues since they were not as a rule sufficiently literate to 
	read anything more demanding than an X-Ray plate.)

	I was mildly curious & began reading - though with no particular 
	expectation, since the name Salinger, at that time, meant very 
	virtually nothing to anyone in England.  

	Long, long before I reached the bottom of the first page I knew 
	I had no choice but to take the book home with me & not leave 
	it out of my hand until I'd finished it.  Which I duly did, sometime 
	in the early hours of the next morning.  It really didn't matter to 
	me one damn who might have owned it & I doubt, in fact, I ever 
	returned it.  I shouldn't like to think for how many days thereafter 
	my brain continued in obsessive turmoil over the idea of this young 
	lunatic in the red hunting cap.

	This seems a rather different experience from the one Jim & 
	others describe when they tell us of their original contact with 
	Salinger: (`...I didn't read Catcher until AFTER I graduated 
	college, and I was an English Major.....I only read the opening 
	page of Catcher in a writing class once, that was it...)

	This suggests a considerably cooller response to my own & I wonder 
	has it something to do with the way Salinger seems to have been an 
	established figure of literature - set on college courses & so on - 
	by the time most list members first encountered him.  For people of 
	my generation who were interested in writing, he represented a bomb 
	going off ("all that David Copperfield crap") - very much as I 
	imagine Hemingway did to the generation before mine.  (I don't 
	believe he had, in fact, the same potential for liberation that 
	Hemingway presented & I don't think he has lasted so well, but the 
	parallel may still have some validity.)

	Considering my own lifelong & instinctive resistance to books 
	recommended by teachers I wonder would I have ever got round 
	to him - even at this late stage in the proceedings.

	Scottie B.