"Letters by J.D. Salinger"
The curtain comes up on the reclusive author's private life, detailed in a 40-plus-year correspondence with his friend Michael Mitchell. Read 11 letters he wrote at the Morgan Library & Museum, and draw your own conclusions.
Mon Mar 8 2010
December 30, 1983
Salinger has "murder in my heart" in this letter, because a "sore English prick," otherwise known as Ian Hamilton, has been digging around for material for a biography on the author's life, commissioned by Random House. According to Kiely, Hamilton ticked off Salinger so much that he triggered some of the author's most aggressive responses to the demand for information about him—Hamilton went through the telephone directory and called up people Salinger knew, including his sister, and hounded them with questions. "You ask or hope if I feel as nasty as ever about planetary affairs," Salinger writes. "If anything, I feel nastier." But he manages to get a huge kick out of seeing John Wayne in The Shootist on television one night. "Ever, Jerry," he signs off.