J.D. Salinger, the author of one of the only books I read in high school word for word without the help of Cliffs Notes, has died at the age of 91. J.D.’s son said that his father passed away from natural causes at his home in New Hampshire.
For the past few decades, J.D. has lived in total isolation in his small house. Every time the neighborhood kids would trespass on his lawn, he’d turn the sprinklers on them (I made that up). But even though J.D. hasn’t been in the public eye, he has been in most of our lives thanks to his books Catcher in the Rye and Franny and Zoe.
Back in high school, when my English teacher announced that we were going to read Catcher in the Rye, some asshole bastard said to me as we were leaving class, “I bet you like to catch it in the rye.” Ha. And Ha. Real fucking funny. Whatever that means.
But I do thank J.D. for that, because it did make me laugh on the inside. And just for the record, I love catching it in my rye (that’s short for “brown eye”).
Rest in Peace, J.D.