J.D. Salinger (1919-2010)
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 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 really like to be. I know it's crazy.
-The Catcher in the Rye (1951)
Gish Jen, New Republic: Why do people love Catcher in the Rye?
Stephen Metcalf, Slate: He was the great poet of post-traumatic stress.
Chris Wilson, Slate: Salinger's best story was also his least-read.
Sam Anderson, New York: A second chance to appreciate Salinger's work.
Verlyn Klinkenborg, NYT (editorial/appreciation): J.D. Salinger.
Charles McGrath, NYT: J.D. Salinger, literary recluse, dies at 91. (extended obituary)
Michiko Kakutani, NYT: Of teen angst and an author's alienation. (appraisal)
David L. Ulin, LAT: A gift of words and silence. (appreciation)
Sarah Ball, Newsweek: Salinger's wide-ranging influence, from crime to stage.
Unfortunately, at this writing, The New Yorker, where Jerome David Salinger did most of his work (even portions of Catcher first appeared as vignettes in The New Yorker), offers only subscriber-access links to the late author's stories in the magazine, and no comment on his passing or legacy.