Salinger Taught Her To Be Trashy

Salinger Taught Her To Be Trashy

But it wasn't until age fourteen that I met Seymour Glass and fell in love. I read Nine Stories and read it again and found that it left me suffering more sleepless, feverish nights than the carny and Danielle Steele combined. I wasn't even sure why I related to it exactly. I had so little in common with the female characters who populated Salinger's landscape--slim, Gentile women in camel-hair coats sunk in noble pain while standing on train platforms in New England college towns.

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