Saturday, April 18, 2015

Reading FRANNY AND ZOOEY

A man in transit, a man like me in transit anyway, has books as his home. This one is a bittersweet keeper: Once I'm done with it, there's no more unread Salinger. Not until the Estate coughs something up, anyway, as it may opt never to do. Oh well.

It's superb, and obsessed with practical spirituality.