I think of a humanitarian as someone like Ghandi or Mother Theresa, who work for the well-being and rights of the suffering at whatever expense to themselves. I don't know what Salinger has done to earn that badge. He certainly will not win the Nobel Peace prize for secluding himself in Cornish and burning his writings before anyone has a chance to read them. However, I think your reactions to his writing point to him as being a great artist, and I fully agree. One of my favorite Salinger gems is the first paragraph of Franny, in which he describes a pack of college boys waiting on the train platform for their weekend dates. When I last read it, I was high above the Atlantic, laughing aloud, on a 747 to Italy. His writing is not just read but experienced. Salinger wouldn't be the first great artist to suffer from a touch of narcicism. -Sean -----Original Message----- From: John Touzios [mailto:JTouzios@mwumail.midwestern.edu] Sent: Wednesday, March 31, 1999 4:51 PM To: bananafish@lists.nyu.edu Subject: Tao Okay, I'll stand by and watch a debate unfold re: Salinger and narcicism. But how about having a parallel debate re: Salinger the humanitarian? I'll begin it. "Uncle Wiggly" depicts a cruel woman in a way that would make Jane Austen proud. Her cruelties stem from her pain, and her only mode of finding peace is in facing that life she's fighting so hard. And can any of you read the last paragraph of "For Esme with love and squalor" without feeling so much hope it makes you burst? John Touzios "Man the most complex, intricate and delicately constructed machine of all creation, is the one with which the osteopath must become familiar." A.T. Still "Everyone seems to know how useful it is to be useful. No one seems to know how useful it is to be useless." Chuang Tzu