Then reality struck: it wasn't so easy in the mid 90s to simply pick up used editions of Catcher in the Rye anywhere in the northeast. Sure I had the time as a single working woman, but visits to bookstores in Cambridge, Providence and New York City were all quickly visits in vain. Ithaca? Maybe. Toronto, Burlington and the Berkshires were better scouting sites.
I write all of this because while Concealed Light was away at camp in July I managed to purge out lots of unneeded items from clothing to toys to books. I believe at least 10 bags of stuff were donated. Probably will regret one or two of them, but in keeping with Miesian minimalism of less is more to which I strive, I was happy to see it all go.
But not my Salingers.
|my 2 paperbacks and a hard copy of Catcher in The Rye|
|Funny thing about the original reader of this book I purchased in a used book store probably in the Berkshires is that I knew David Barash! Nice guy. I think I told him once that I had his high school copy.|
|Do I care that there is fraying on the binding?|
|From my hardcopy of Catcher in the Rye: not a first edition but I imagine this was published for a book club or library edition. Still a pretty good find for minimal money: I could not afford to spend more than $15|
|So, the hardback isn't in great condition. I don't care!|
|Worthy reads in their own right. Did Wes Anderson study the Glass family and contemporize them in his various films?|
|My Salinger collection as a whole. I know, this is a modest collection. We're not talking to Sotheby's, people!|