>I'd put an earlier date on it than that. As far back as `To > Esme: With Love and Squalor', in which Salinger's narrator is a short story Why just that, Camille? Esme is 1950 or so if I remember right whereas in very many earlier stories autobiographical details are woven in: to do with being the son of a cheese or ham importer and so on. Even Babe is loosely autobiographical in earlier stories. I am speaking from memory, and not records, but could come up with a fair number of stories like that. I wouldn't have any problems in believing that the very first story he ever wrote (or words, for that matter) were based on his own life experience or alluded to some of them. The Hurtgen forest details crop up even in The Stranger and so on. One of those truisms, again, not just about our patron saint of Cornish, but almost about anyone, or at least a whole lot of authors or some of their work. I have no problems with any of this. Just that, to my mind, when "an amateur reader" (one who only reads and runs) reads any of these stories, it matters not a whit whether any of the stories have an autobiographical base or not. Unless one already happens to be interested in an author's personal life, one would see no need to do any amount of literary sleuthing in his fiction. I would be willing to wager that out of the millions who have read Catcher, and enjoyed it, their comprehension or understanding or enjoyment or relating with it was most certainly not hampered by their not knowing anything about the alleged influences of Ramakrishna or Buddha or anybody else on its structure, composition, or early drafts. If anything, reading the early drafts, in so far as some are available in the Uncollected, wouldn't really inspire me to read the final book. > That of the narrator or that of Salinger himself? Therefore I think it > would be wrong to say that Salinger's selfconscious toying with > autobiography was not begun > but merely exacerbated by Catcher's success. Sure. I wasn't suggesting that -- just that he wasn't, shall we say, playing the kind of games in his fiction before that, which gets more pronounced in S:AI, from what I vaguely remember. Post-Catcher, he had the confidence, and felt the necessity perhaps, to be more indulgent with his whims, and frankly not very many really cared one way or the other about his autobiography before that -- Time or Newsweek certainly didn't care whether he had a dog or not. Certainly, it could be argued that jacket-notes by many authors happen to be equally cute or deceptive about details of their personal lives, or sometimes significant events of an author's life are interwoven one way or the other, with or without irony, twists and spins, in later works. Rushdie is a case in point, to name another talked-about author recently. I'd submit that post-Catcher, since he was more in the eyes of the media, and seemed to resent the intrusion into his personal life...before that it is just material or the theme of a story... and actually, so it is afterwards too, (though more directly targeted at some of the criticism to his work which you wouldn't find in early works...) all of this of course could well be argued as a case in point for the alleged "Hindu" belief that all is maya, illusory; that there are oceans of the sea of stories; what is, is. I am quite happy with the higher pantheism in a nutshell: What we see is not, and what is not we see Fiddle we know is diddle; and diddle we take it, is dee. Sonny