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In which John reads from the J. D. Salinger novel The Catcher in the Rye in tribute to Salinger, who died today at the age of 91. Having done so, I now immediately return to paternity leave. Like all novelists who write about teenagers, I owe an immense debt to Salinger--not only because of Holden Caulfield but also because of the hauntingly beautiful portraits of the Glass family.

Thank you all for your kind wishes for young Henry, who is made of awesome.


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JOHN [reading from 'Catcher in the Rye' by JD Salinger]: “You know what I’d like to be?” I said. “You know what I’d like to be?

I mean if I had my goddamn choice?” “What? Stop swearing.” “You know that song ‘If a body catch a body comin’ through the rye’? I’d like —“ It’s ‘If a body meet a body coming through the rye’!” old Phoebe said. “ It’s a poem.

By Robert Burns.” "I know it’s a poem by Robert Burns.” She was right, though. It is “If a body meet a body comin' through the rye.” I didn’t know it then, though. “I thought it was ‘If a body catch a body,’” I said. “Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody’s around — nobody big, I mean — except me.

And I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff — I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going and I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That’s all I’d do all day.

I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it’s crazy, but that’s the only thing I’d like to be. I know it’s crazy.” JOHN [no longer reading]: It wasn't crazy, and that's what you were for millions of us.

Thank you. Rest in peace.