Exactly one year after the death of John Updike, J. D. Salinger, as well, passed on. Perhaps the date of January 27th is cursed.
Dedicated fans of The New Yorker of years ago may know that in addition to the weekly magazine, entire books were written about the editors and writers there. One of the most popular of these texts is Here at The New Yorker, by Brendan Gill. In it are highlighted four prominant writers: John O'Hara, John Cheever, John Updike, and J. D. Salinger. Three Johns, and a Jerome.
Gill describes the staff's reaction when they first read Salinger's short story submission, titled, "A Perfect Day for Bananafish." The term Gill used was "bowled over." That could be what drove many readers to Salinger's collection, Nine Stories, released in 1953. Some say they enjoy the collection more than A Catcher in the Rye.
This quartet of writers from the middle of the twentieth century are gone now, but are they really? At The Summerset Review, you will see by perusing our Recommended Reading List that we don't list many classics. We're a bit more contemporary, by nature, if you don't already know. Nonetheless, there you will indeed find the girl who wrote -
|P.S. I am taking the liberty of enclosing my wristwatch which you may keep in your possession for the duration of the conflict. I did not observe whether you were wearing one during our brief association, but this one is extremely water-proof and shock-proof as well as having many other virtues among which one can tell at what velocity one is walking if one wishes. I am quite certain that you will use it to greater advantage in these difficult days than I ever can and that you will accept it as a lucky talisman.|
|We're not sure if it was simply whimsy on our part that caused us to run something different as the Lit Pick of the Quarter this time, or if the two pieces we stumbled upon knew we were looking for them, and brought themselves to us. Classified under Art in Redivider, (volume seven, issue one - 2009), the pieces occupy two opposing pages. The artist and writer is John Oliver Hodges, and his work involves gelatin silver prints and accompanying text that tell a story, of sorts. One, titled "Shot in Georgia #3," is an image of a teenage girl standing deep in the corner of a small room, facing the viewer with a rather blank or tired expression. The text below the image reads -|
|Tanya wears Flightshorts #7, and Flightwrap #3, both from Detroit Girl Rags ($60 and $40 respectively). Her belt with a confederate flag buckle is by Mira Slut ($150). This combination pumps new life into the White Trash Urbanite style whose rise and fall occurred between 1999 and 2002. Tanya's hair is by Umberto Cassata, Hollywood, USA. The books were supplied by the Paper Palace, and Tanya's feet were dirtied by herself, Tifton, GA.|
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