What a Sunday morning! News of a forthcoming biograpy of Oona O'Neil Chaplin will talk of Salinger complaining about the 18 year old Oona marrying a 54 year old Charlie Chaplin...and this Sunday's NYTimes Magazine section have a story, "The Cult of Joyce Maynard"by Larissa MacFarquhar... "Maynard doesn't see herself as a 'literary' author. She call herself a 'journeyman writer' and an 'entrepreneur.'" Yes, it seems as more and more words cluster Ms. Maynard's unfortunate link to Mr. Salinger, it reduces more and more to numbers and money...at the conclusion of the article, Ms. MacFarquahr wonders if we would have any sympathy for the writers if their situations were reversed and it was Salinger writing about Maynard... I don't think that's the point. Ms. Maynard is supposedly writing autobiography and does reveal a soap opera life worthy of the staccato plot firing of the article's first few hundred words, and Maynar's claiming to tell her story...but if that story included love for Mr. Salinger it's truly sad that her words betray and belittle those moments... There are some wonderfully colorful and vitriolic attacks on Ms. Maynard quoted in this article, but what emerges most is that despite her alienating people and finding "enemies," she also has found readers. I can respect, and even admire her success. However, I also have little desire to be one of her readers and I do wish our world could find a few ways to make Mr. Salinger feel at ease... You see I'm grateful to Ms. Maynard for the mention and beautiful image of a room sized safe containing Mr. Salinger's unpublished writing. Ironically, I got a postcard from my bookstore letting me know for about the zillionth time that _Hapworth_ is "still backordered" and that "the length of the delay is unkown." I think Mr. Salinger could stun the world with the riches in that safe and he may just enjoy life too much not to watch it unfold...so I for one, despite all the phony words that suck up the the vacuum of Mr. Salinger's silence, am holding on, ready and waiting to read about sipping green tea with Buddy and just what Boo Boo is really like as a grandmother re-doing the bath tub scene in "Zooey"... Shine those shoes bananafish, will