a lot of catching up to do

Elizabeth J Respess (ejrespess@juno.com)
Mon, 14 Jul 1997 21:07:37 -0400 (EDT) 

hi everyone - i went to sc for my best friend's wedding for the weekend,
and i kept thinking - "damn, i'm gonna so be behind on the list - i wish
i could check my email"

re: bedside reading
	try _a medicine for melancholy_ by ray bradbury (if i remember
correctly).  it's a collection of short stories and it's pretty great. 
actually i didn't read all of it - i skipped to the end because of the
title of the last story _the day it rained forever_.  i was so blown away
by it i let a friend read it and i haven't seen it since... let me know
if the rest of it is any good.

to mark sheely:
	thank you for your insight about finding what mr. tupper cannot
categorize - the undefinable.  not much else to say about it but thanks. 
it helps me.

to whoever asked about why salinger became such a recluse (sorry i can
remember your name :(  )
	there was an article in esquire magazine recently about jds and
the re-release of hapworth.  it had some interesting insights, but i
don't remember which issue it was (did i forget my medicine today).  i do
know it was the cover article, and within the last 3 months.

melissa- river phoenix would have been perfect for holden, probably a
couple of jds's other characters as well.  unfortunately...    let's move
on.  ethan hawke was also great in a midnight clear - his best work so
far to me.  i'm beginning to wonder, is there a holden in hollywood?

as for seymour's suicide... i'm not sure i can go there without breaking
up.  fortunately, you can't hear me cry over email - wait did i just give
myself away? :)  i had never thought about the chronological order of the
stories - that is something i need to find out more about.  it would make
sense - S's caustic reaction to the woman in the elevator seems very
unlike him, but i guess it could also just be yet another indicator of
how far gone he was.  the girl (who so innocently reffered to him as see
more - little did she know), at least for me represented S's last
clinging to something still innocent and pure.  when she saw the
bananafish, that was the end.  he had to go.

so do i.  (but only to a movie)
- talk at ya later
   beth