mixing memory and desire

Laughing Man (the_laughing_man@hotmail.com)
Tue, 15 Jun 1999 01:41:43 -0700 (PDT)

Hello all!

I’ve been an active Salinger reader for ten years now, meaning that Zooey 
started out being five years older than me first time he appeared, and then, 
last time I read F&Z, he was a lot younger (as was his behavior, I noticed 
:).

Something about the characters stick on me, makes me come back from whatever 
expedition I have been on. Jesus asking Zooey if he could have a small class 
of ginger ale is just something one has to come back to.

The God of search engines, the Alta Vista, helped me find this message 
board. It does look pretty alive and kicking, judging by the bulk of 
messages.

Introducing myself, hmmm. This is really my ol’ zone name, from my short 
period of Internet Online Gaming. The name got stuck on me and now I can 
almost feel myself crossing the Chinese-French border, my hideous laughter 
roaming the countryside.

When I do take that bag off my head, my eyes rest on the city of my heart, 
Stockholm. I travel quite a lot (not only between China and France), but 
returning to the clean Stockholm air and the safe sound of sirens, I feel 
totally at rest.

Workwise, I find myself putting a tie on four days out of five. When did 
that happen? I spend years and years at the university, switching from 
physics to philosophy to literature and back to physics, going for grad 
work, than switching again to history of science to actually do grad studies 
– happily ignorant of dry cleaners, ties and board meetings. And one day I 
wake up, power-point my primary work-tool, and find myself telling old guys 
in large rooms what to do in their businesses.

No wonder I go back to my happy days of reading Salinger, “mixing memory and 
desire”: imaging myself in the back of an army truck (we have mandatory 
military service in Sweden, for your information), endless hours of waiting; 
or reading aloud to a new girlfriend, watching her reactions; or simply on 
the cliffs of Amargos, suddenly unaware of the deep blue ocean around me.

Nostalgia, yes. But there is much more to me in reading Salinger. That’s why 
I wanted to join. To hear your thoughts and share my own. I hope I’m 
welcome.

/The Laughing Man


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