The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Artists in Action #609

J.D. Salinger disguises himself as Mike Wallace


Melicia said...

I 'd kill to know what book that is he has on the table...
Thank you ever so much for all the salinger pictures.

Tom Sutpen said...

With two biographies of Salinger . . . both of which are said to contain vast amounts of previously unknown information, as well as heretofore unseen photographs . . . I think we'll be featuring more images of this guy before too long.

This image fascinates me, because it was clearly taken around the publication of 'Catcher in the Rye' (no more than a year or two before or after), a time when he was allegedly in full withdrawal mode from the public eye; and yet it's the most unambiguously posed photograph of Salinger I've ever seen.

The only thing I'm certain of is that what you're seeing is not one of his own books; not one of them are that thick, after all.

Not that you mentioned it, but you've given me an excuse to wonder aloud:

Where, O where is the posthumous stuff!?