The Guardian has an obit. Catcher in the Rye is one of those books you’re supposed to read as a teenager – like Dorian Gray – and didn’t get around to it until too late so it never meant much to me. I liked some of the Glass family stories though – Franny and Zooey and Raise High the Roof-Beam Carpenters are the best. Then came Hapworth and Seymour: An Introduction, when Salinger disappeared up his own asshole. So I’m not too excited about the rumours of a library of unpublished manuscripts.
It’ll be interesting to see what happens with his estate and life-long ban against adaptations. I’m also guessing we’ll get a flurry of gossipy memoirs and unpublished letters about Salinger’s complicated love life. Excellent.