‘I thought Holden was talking to me alone’: The Catcher in the Rye 75 | jd salinger
IIn 1981, when I was 17, my first girlfriend gave me a paperback of her father’s favorite novel. I had never heard of it, despite living in a house full of books. My parents liked the work of Edna O’Brien, Muriel Spark, John le Carré, Dickens. I also did the same. But the world became