Not only did I avoid speaking of Salinger I resisted thinking about him. I did not reread his letters to me. The experience had been too painful.
Rereading A.J. Liebling carries me happily back to an age when all good journalists knew they had plenty to be modest about and were.
I didn't finish my dress until about three days before my wedding - I had the flu and was stitching it from my bed. And the tulle came back from India all brown. We had to wash it for hours but that didn't dissuade me from wearing it.