all, we may well have to face that great men do not always lie behind great books. hell, accepting that an author is flawed (and the surprise is what?) doesn't effect the way i read his or her books but i suppose we all have a tendency to idealise, imagine. if salinger is an utter arse i simply don't care. mildly interested perhaps but it's a fundamentally unneccessary interest. more of a questioning of my interest in his life than the life itself, which i have no damn right to do. so, to joyce, where ever you are, you are like jerry springer, mildly interesting for a couple of seconds until you realise that it is simply none of my bloody business. and a goodnight to you all . . . craig