An Unpublished Manuscript For J.D. Salinger

An Unpublished Manuscript For J.D. Salinger

It is possible to assassinate my heroes with the scope of my individualism. However, by their own persistence to themselves, I believe that they have chosen me to pursue a self. What is literature but the illumination of that which I would write? Salinger speaks through me; to me; whispers, ‘Where to, little boy?’ My answer is the dogged pen to page which lights consistently the pathway home. It is on that road that I alone can trip my way back to myself.