I recently reread Teddy - apparently I hadn't been paying attention the first time - and finished the story feeling somewhat disappointed in ol' JD. In contrast to the Glass stories, which I love, Teddy has an almost preachy tone. For the Glass family, Buddhism seems like one of many intellectual playthings that Salinger pulls out of the toy trunk as an antedote to his characters' boredom or malaise. In Teddy, Salinger seems to be taking his ideas about Buddhism much more seriously, a little too seriously for my taste. Are we really supposed to believe the little squirt when he suggests that Buddhist enlightment has given him the ability to perceive material objects outside the confines of their spatial dimensions? Are there any others out there who felt a slight sense of satisfaction when the little stinker cracks his head open in the bottom of the swimming pool?