When J.D. Salinger, the reclusive author of The Catcher in the Rye, died recently, he left a huge void for many people who were ardent followers of his writing and his myth.
It wasn’t all fairytales and magic and happy endings. Here were real people, grownups, using their imaginations to come up with some really horrible stuff. And this was okay. Their books were getting published. I had to try it.
The book Olive Kitteridge inspires reflections on “what it means to be human”, the power of words, and a broken stained glass window.