Now, whether you think Salinger is the cat’s pajamas or overrated ballywhoo, he is one of the great enigmas of 20th century literature. Wrote a book that struck a chord with … everyone and then as his fame was reaching a peak disappeared to the Hanover wilderness. Or. His house. With his wife.
SO. When this sequel hit the media-stream didn’t you for 10 seconds think, hey, maybe Salinger dusted off his typewriter long enough to let loose some prose. Because, as Gawker points out, that name, John David California, is pretty fake.
Well, here’s a drink to John David California, and one of my old English professors who was convinced Salinger’s been writing under a pen name this whole time.