`...Why would we want stale texts that can only be truly interpreted by the author himself? In this case, Salinger's original intentions would be the only correct meaning of his texts...' I guess I'm the only one around here with sufficient humility to say, yes, this seems to me the best way of thinking about it. I think we're ALL wrong & can only do our best to enter ever more fully into the world which Salinger has - however imperfectly - tried to transmit to us. The fashionable alternative is of course flattering to the vanity of hoi polloi - & no doubt reflects something of the Marxism which still lingers like garlic after-breath in so many academic circles. But I'm afraid it sadly isn't true. Jack (or indeed Jill) is simply NOT as good as his Master. The cogency of so many recent posts illustrates this all too vividly. (My apologies to Lomanno. I presume her failure to add even one little hint of a signature symbolises her position astride the dead author. `Suicide of the Poster' perhaps ?) Scottie B.