Goddamn Phonies
Salingercore; Salinger appreciation and other musings

revengebiteme:

Books And Cupcakes Photo Challenge 
July 14th:Book Read In School
I had to read this book my senior year in high school for humanities It was the only book I enjoyed. I loved this book and have read it a few times since

revengebiteme:

Books And Cupcakes Photo Challenge

July 14th:Book Read In School

I had to read this book my senior year in high school for humanities It was the only book I enjoyed. I loved this book and have read it a few times since

royalbks:

The Catcher in the Rye | J.D. Salinger | 1953
First Edition in paperback. The only softcover edition of any Salinger title to feature an illustration—an oil painting of Holden Caulfield by Avati—that so infuriated Salinger that he put in a court order stating that never again would a cover of one of his books be illustrated. This would not be, and later editions, specifically British paperbacks, would get the illustrated treatment. Very Good plus in illustrated wrappers. Reader’s crease to the front and rear panels, light foxing to the top page edges and spine, slight lean.

royalbks:

The Catcher in the Rye | J.D. Salinger | 1953

First Edition in paperback. The only softcover edition of any Salinger title to feature an illustration—an oil painting of Holden Caulfield by Avati—that so infuriated Salinger that he put in a court order stating that never again would a cover of one of his books be illustrated. This would not be, and later editions, specifically British paperbacks, would get the illustrated treatment.

Very Good plus in illustrated wrappers. Reader’s crease to the front and rear panels, light foxing to the top page edges and spine, slight lean.


taylormurch:

July Book Photo Challenge Day 6 - Short Story
Pretty Mouth and Green my Eyes by J.D. Salinger is my favorite and someone should name a racehorse after it.

taylormurch:

July Book Photo Challenge Day 6 - Short Story

Pretty Mouth and Green my Eyes by J.D. Salinger is my favorite and someone should name a racehorse after it.

Somewhat overly legibly, I wrote on a sheet of paper, “We’re held up indefinitely by the parade. We’re going to find a phone and have a cold drink somewhere. Will you join us?” I folded the paper once, then handed it to the Matron of Honor, who opened it, read it, and then handed it to the tiny old man. He read it, grinning, and then looked at me and wagged his head up and down several times vehemently. I thought for an instant that this was the full and perfectly eloquent extent of his reply, but he suddenly motioned to me with his hand, and I gathered that he wanted me to pass him my pad and pencil, I did so- without looking over at the Matron of Honor, from whom great waves of impatience were rising. The old man adjusted the pad and pencil on his lap with the greatest care, then sat for a moment, pencil poised, in obvious concentration, his grin diminished only a very trifle. Then the pencil began, very unsteadily, to move. An “i” was dotted. And then both pad and pencil were returned personally to me, with a marvellously cordial extra added wag of the head. He had written, in letters that had not quite jelled yet, the single word “Delighted.” The Matron of Honor, reading over my shoulder, gave a sound faintly like a snort, but I quickly looked over at the great writer and tried to show by my expression that all of us in the car knew a poem when we saw one, and were grateful.
J.D. Salinger, Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters & Seymour: An Introduction (via chantalrens)

then-fate-fell-short:

j.d. salinger

then-fate-fell-short:

j.d. salinger

mariannahettie:

Enjoying a good book

mariannahettie:

Enjoying a good book

The apartment below mine had the only balcony of the house. I saw a girl standing on it, completely submerged in the pool of autumn twilight. She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together. The way the profile of her face and body refracted in the soupy twilight made me feel a little drunk. When a few seconds had throbbed by, I said hello to her.
A Girl I Knew, J.D. Salinger (via acityofsleepwalkers)

franny-squalor-glass:

A Perfect Day for Bananafish

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