J.D. Salinger is dead at age 91.
I read The Catcher in the Rye as a teenager and thought only he knew teenaged angst as well as I.
His books also taught me to love New York City, especially NYC Jews.
I had a good friend/co-worker in my early 20s who was a classic fuck-up. Marie, as it turned out, could hardly read. So I bought her a copy of that book and she loved it so much she enrolled in a community college remedial reading class.
She ended up with a master's degree and a great career.
I read that Salinger, a devoted hermit, had a lousy personality and some pretty creepy habits.
No matter, that cat could write.