Re: intelligence of the author vs. intelligence of the characters

When I was in sixth grade, my teacher gave me Nine Short Stories. I read
Bananafish and was sort of dazed afterwards and thought that was enough. I
think that was my first contact with suicide at the ripe old age of 12.

In eighth grade, our agenda was to get through the 100 books you're supposed
to read before high school (probably graduating but we were put on the fast
track, and our teacher wanted us to tackle those books *before* high school).
I remember, in my oral report on Tom Sawyer, the teacher was appalled that I
found Tom Sawyer boring. I did like Catcher and in high school I became a
Glass Family fanatic. In AP English (I can't believe they let me in that
class), I wanted to do my term paper on the Glass family. My teacher said it
would be a dull paper: No, the Glass Family doesn't really exist. The end.

My freshman year at college, I spent xmas vacation on campus while my roomies
went home. I spent all my free hours (outside of work) going through
microfiche, looking for lost Salinger stories.

I knew that I was totally (read like way) connected to my former boss when it
came out in the interview that he had the second volume of uncollected
stories, but in the divorce, his wife got the first volume. And like the
freak that I am, I have been hoarding Hapworth and the uncollected vol. 2. I
do this. I get things that are too precious and I don't use them, until it
comes to the point that I have to throw them away because they are ruined or,
as in the case of the uncollected, I lose them!

marcy

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Received on Tue Sep 3 23:55:08 2002