I had just read Lucy Ruth's memory of her Dad's reading Salinger to her when, by coincidence, I listened to a BBC radio discussion of the role played by fathers in their children's literary education. I was disappointed but not at all surprised to hear that in England the average child views his or her father as more or less illiterate. When children were questioned, the majority reported their fathers as being mainly interested in 'instruction manuals' - having no time for 'stories' which they expected their fathers to find 'boring'. Very few indeed had enjoyed the experience of being read to by Daddy. And the stark statistic remains that, in this part of the world anyway, only 18% of all books are purchased by men. (This one DID surprise me.) Although I personally emerged from the uterus asking for publishing news of the latest Joyce, by 1932 I can remember indulging both my father & grandfather when, at the cot side, they read me the works of de Maupassant & de Sade. And I naturally carried on this paternal function with my own children. But what about Bananafish? Out in the old log cabin, or by the camp fire's glow, was Pop in evidence with his book on his lap? Scottie B.