well, i can't believe i contributed to that. i agree with the hemingway vs. fitzgerald argument. (personally, i cannot begin to comprehend how someone who has read "gatsby" could possibly harbor the least ... admiration, i guess is the word, for hemingway. i loved "sun also rises" but really can't stand the rest of it. this is not to say that my opinion is particularly informed, or cogent, or worthwhile, or anything. one mitigating circumstance is that my first affliction with...excuse me, exposure to hemingway was "the old man and the sea." dear god, what a ... well, whatever. i understand that people like or admire or even worship different authors and that that should be encouraged. i guess what i mean is that i don't understand how someone can have the good taste to sigh or cry or mope over gatsby and yet tolerate the self-indulgent fish stories [i know, the connection to jerry's bananafish] of hemingway: "the self-importance of being ernest." it's kind of like someone liking alannis morrisette and ignoring liz phair -- it makes me go "huh?" [and please, i beg you, noone yell at me for that one]) as you can see i am both long-winded and addicted to the parenthetical aside. some of this resentment is that in survey classes we had to spend wholly unfair gobs of time on henry miller (who is indefensible, in my humble opinion) and twain and hemingway, the result being that the great Pynchon, Vonnegut, and, yes, Salinger were for all intents and purposes ignored. just for the record, i hope you all have had the good fortune to read "paddy clarke ha ha ha." now there is something we could all rejoice over, no? rick