The documentary Salinger
(2013; dir. Shayne Salerno), was interesting and disturbing. It was just what Salinger wouldn't have
wanted, but then he is dead, and I don't think he should be exempt from this
sort of thing more than anyone else. This
film takes an enigmatic subject about whom many have theorized and fantasized
and puts together an explanation of his life based on the opinions of 50 or so
people, including Philip Seymour Hoffman and Martin Sheen and Judd Apatow (??) and
a lot of writers, editors, and scholars, all of whom appeared to know Salinger’s
work and a few who knew him personally. The
film offers three related readings of the man’s life: (1) he was a victim of
post WWII trauma and spent his entire career trying to write his way through
the pain. (2) He was fixated on
innocence and so was attracted to young women who embodied it. The film offers Joyce Maynard as a main
example, but includes interviews with a few former girlfriends and one
ex-wife. Salinger dances around the question of how deviant this behavior
might have been. And finally (3) despite
his obsession with privacy and anonymity in the end his own work turned against
him when Catcher in the Rye was cited as a primary motive in two
assassination/murders and one attempted assassination. The film ends cheesily by trotting out
information about works Salinger completed and approved for publication before
his death. The first will be published in
2015 and other works will follow. All of
this, a message informs us, has been "verified by two independent sources.” So the film gives us a version of Salinger
invented and constructed by people who did and did not know him and who have
their own individual perspectives. Despite
all the information here, there is much speculation, and there is prurience. Salinger was important to me in younger days
(the Glass stories made a bigger impression on me than Catcher), but now he is one of many tumbling along in the dust.
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