One winter evening in 1955 (56 ?), after finishing a clinic session in the Croydon General Hospital, I was scrabbling under a pile of desk debris in search of a pen. I found, instead, a copy of The Catcher which had been abandoned, I presumed, by one of the social workers who occasionally used the same office. (I was sure it couldn't have been one of my medical colleagues since they were not as a rule sufficiently literate to read anything more demanding than an X-Ray plate.) I was mildly curious & began reading - though with no particular expectation, since the name Salinger, at that time, meant very virtually nothing to anyone in England. Long, long before I reached the bottom of the first page I knew I had no choice but to take the book home with me & not leave it out of my hand until I'd finished it. Which I duly did, sometime in the early hours of the next morning. It really didn't matter to me one damn who might have owned it & I doubt, in fact, I ever returned it. I shouldn't like to think for how many days thereafter my brain continued in obsessive turmoil over the idea of this young lunatic in the red hunting cap. This seems a rather different experience from the one Jim & others describe when they tell us of their original contact with Salinger: (`...I didn't read Catcher until AFTER I graduated college, and I was an English Major.....I only read the opening page of Catcher in a writing class once, that was it...) This suggests a considerably cooller response to my own & I wonder has it something to do with the way Salinger seems to have been an established figure of literature - set on college courses & so on - by the time most list members first encountered him. For people of my generation who were interested in writing, he represented a bomb going off ("all that David Copperfield crap") - very much as I imagine Hemingway did to the generation before mine. (I don't believe he had, in fact, the same potential for liberation that Hemingway presented & I don't think he has lasted so well, but the parallel may still have some validity.) Considering my own lifelong & instinctive resistance to books recommended by teachers I wonder would I have ever got round to him - even at this late stage in the proceedings. Scottie B.