By HILLEL ITALIE, AP National Writer Hillel Italie, Ap National Writer – 6 mins ago
NEW YORK – J.D. Salinger, the legendary author, youth hero and fugitive from fame whose "The Catcher in the Rye" shocked and inspired a world he increasingly shunned, has died. He was 91.

Salinger died of natural causes at his home on Wednesday, the author's son said in a statement from Salinger's longtime literary representative, Harold Ober Agency. He had lived for decades in self-imposed isolation in the small, remote house in Cornish, N.H.

"The Catcher in the Rye," with its immortal teenage protagonist, the twisted, rebellious Holden Caulfield, came out in 1951, a time of anxious, Cold War conformity and the dawn of modern adolescence. The Book-of-the-Month Club, which made "Catcher" a featured selection, advised that for "anyone who has ever brought up a son" the novel will be "a source of wonder and delight — and concern."

Enraged by all the "phonies" who make "me so depressed I go crazy," Holden soon became American literature's most famous anti-hero since Huckleberry Finn. The novel's sales are astonishing — more than 60 million copies worldwide — and its impact incalculable. Decades after publication, the book remains a defining expression of that most American of dreams: to never grow up.

Salinger was writing for adults, but teenagers from all over identified with the novel's themes of alienation, innocence and fantasy, not to mention the luck of having the last word. "Catcher" presents the world as an ever-so-unfair struggle between the goodness of young people and the corruption of elders, a message that only intensified with the oncoming generation gap.

Novels from Evan Hunter's "The Blackboard Jungle" to Curtis Sittenfeld's "Prep," movies from "Rebel Without a Cause" to "The Breakfast Club," and countless rock 'n' roll songs echoed Salinger's message of kids under siege. One of the great anti-heroes of the 1960s, Benjamin Braddock of "The Graduate," was but a blander version of Salinger's narrator.

The cult of "Catcher" turned tragic in 1980 when crazed Beatles fan Mark David Chapman shot and killed John Lennon, citing Salinger's novel as an inspiration and stating that "this extraordinary book holds many answers."

By the 21st century, Holden himself seemed relatively mild, but Salinger's book remained a standard in school curriculums and was discussed on countless Web sites and a fan page on Facebook.

Salinger's other books don't equal the influence or sales of "Catcher," but they are still read, again and again, with great affection and intensity. Critics, at least briefly, rated Salinger as a more accomplished and daring short story writer than John Cheever.

The collection "Nine Stories" features the classic "A Perfect Day for Bananafish," the deadpan account of a suicidal Army veteran and the little girl he hopes, in vain, will save him. The novel "Franny and Zooey," like "Catcher," is a youthful, obsessively articulated quest for redemption, featuring a memorable argument between Zooey and his mother as he attempts to read in the bathtub.

"Catcher," narrated from a mental facility, begins with Holden recalling his expulsion from a Pennsylvania boarding school for failing four classes and for general apathy.

He returns home to Manhattan, where his wanderings take him everywhere from a Times Square hotel to a rainy carousel ride with his kid sister, Phoebe, in Central Park. He decides he wants to escape to a cabin out West, but scorns questions about his future as just so much phoniness.

"I mean how do you know what you're going to do till you do it?" he reasons. "The answer is, you don't. I think I am, but how do I know? I swear it's a stupid question."

"The Catcher in the Rye" became both required and restricted reading, periodically banned by a school board or challenged by parents worried by its frank language and the irresistible chip on Holden's shoulder.

"I'm aware that a number of my friends will be saddened, or shocked, or shocked-saddened, over some of the chapters of `The Catcher in the Rye.' Some of my best friends are children. In fact, all of my best friends are children," Salinger wrote in 1955, in a short note for "20th Century Authors."

"It's almost unbearable to me to realize that my book will be kept on a shelf out of their reach," he added.

Salinger also wrote the novellas "Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters" and "Seymour — An Introduction," both featuring the neurotic, fictional Glass family that appeared in much of his work.

His last published story, "Hapworth 16, 1928," ran in The New Yorker in 1965. By then, he was increasingly viewed like a precocious child whose manner had soured from cute to insufferable. "Salinger was the greatest mind ever to stay in prep school," Norman Mailer once commented.

In 1997, it was announced that "Hapworth" would be reissued as a book — prompting a (negative) New York Times review. The book, in typical Salinger style, didn't appear. In 1999, New Hampshire neighbor Jerry Burt said the author had told him years earlier that he had written at least 15 unpublished books kept locked in a safe at his home.

"I love to write and I assure you I write regularly," Salinger said in a brief interview with the Baton Rouge (La.) Advocate in 1980. "But I write for myself, for my own pleasure. And I want to be left alone to do it."

Jerome David Salinger was born Jan. 1, 1919, in New York City. His father was a wealthy importer of cheeses and meat and the family lived for years on Park Avenue.

Like Holden, Salinger was an indifferent student with a history of trouble in various schools. He was sent to Valley Forge Military Academy at age 15, where he wrote at night by flashlight beneath the covers and eventually earned his only diploma. In 1940, he published his first fiction, "The Young Folks," in Story magazine.

He served in the Army from 1942 to 1946, carrying a typewriter with him most of the time, writing "whenever I can find the time and an unoccupied foxhole," he told a friend.

Returning to New York, the lean, dark-haired Salinger pursued an intense study of Zen Buddhism but also cut a gregarious figure in the bars of Greenwich Village, where he astonished acquaintances with his proficiency in rounding up dates. One drinking buddy, author A.E. Hotchner, would remember Salinger as the proud owner of an "ego of cast iron," contemptuous of writers and writing schools, convinced that he was the best thing to happen to American letters since Herman Melville.

Holden first appeared as a character in the story "Last Day of the Last Furlough," published in 1944 in the Saturday Evening Post. Salinger's stories ran in several magazines, especially The New Yorker, where excerpts from "Catcher" were published.

The finished novel quickly became a best seller and early reviews were blueprints for the praise and condemnation to come. The New York Times found the book "an unusually brilliant first novel" and observed that Holden's "delinquencies seem minor indeed when contrasted with the adult delinquencies with which he is confronted."

But the Christian Science Monitor was not charmed. "He is alive, human, preposterous, profane and pathetic beyond belief," critic T. Morris Longstreth wrote of Holden.

"Fortunately, there cannot be many of him yet. But one fears that a book like this given wide circulation may multiply his kind - as too easily happens when immortality and perversion are recounted by writers of talent whose work is countenanced in the name of art or good intention."

The world had come calling for Salinger, but Salinger was bolting the door. By 1952, he had migrated to Cornish. Three years later, he married Claire Douglas, with whom he had two children, Peggy and Matthew, before their 1967 divorce. (Salinger was also briefly married in the 1940s to a woman named Sylvia; little else is known about her.)

Meanwhile, he refused interviews, instructing his agent not to forward fan mail and reportedly spending much of his time writing in a cement bunker. Sanity, apparently, could only come through seclusion.

"I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes," Holden says in "Catcher."

"That way I wouldn't have to have any ... stupid useless conversations with anybody. If anybody wanted to tell me something, they'd have to write it on a piece of paper and shove it over to me. I'd build me a little cabin somewhere with the dough I made."

Although Salinger initially contemplated a theater production of "Catcher," with the author himself playing Holden, he turned down numerous offers for film or stage rights, including requests from Billy Wilder and Elia Kazan. Bids from Steven Spielberg and Harvey Weinstein were also rejected.

Salinger became famous for not wanting to be famous. In 1982, he sued a man who allegedly tried to sell a fictitious interview with the author to a national magazine. The impostor agreed to desist and Salinger dropped the suit.

Five years later, another Salinger legal action resulted in an important decision by the U.S. Supreme Court. The high court refused to allow publication of an unauthorized biography, by Ian Hamilton, that quoted from the author's unpublished letters. Salinger had copyrighted the letters when he learned about Hamilton's book, which came out in a revised edition in 1988.

In 2009, Salinger sued to halt publication of John David California's "60 Years Later," an unauthorized sequel to "Catcher" that imagined Holden in his 70s, misanthropic as ever.

Against Salinger's will, the curtain was parted in recent years. In 1998, author Joyce Maynard published her memoir "At Home in the World," in which she detailed her eight-month affair with Salinger in the early 1970s, when she was less than half his age. She drew an unflattering picture of a controlling personality with eccentric eating habits, and described their problematic sex life.

Salinger's alleged adoration of children apparently did not extend to his own. In 2000, daughter Margaret Salinger's "Dreamcatcher" portrayed the writer as an unpleasant recluse who drank his own urine and spoke in tongues.

Margaret Salinger said she wrote the book because she was "absolutely determined not to repeat with my son what had been done with me."

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Associated Press writer Norma Love in Concord, N.H., contributed to this report.

A true classic sorry to see him go. Anybody who raises the ire of the Christian "Science" Monitor is alright by me!

R.I.P. Mr. Salinger, the biggest regret is Mark Chapman read your book, CITR, but then again he was so crazy he would have read anything & still killed John Lennon.

Holden? brotha? you gonna be alright?

RIP

RIP.   Must re-read CITR.  

I remember reading CITR in high school. Great book. Unfortunate that it's associated with mark david chapman. But that wasn't JD Sallinger's fault. RIP

RIP Mr. Salinger. I read "Catcher In the Rye" when I was just a kid, maybe 12 years old, and still remember the first time he referred to adults as "dinosaurs." Along with Vonnegut and Hunter Thompson, one of my favorite early authors.

GotToRollMe wrote on Jan 28^th, 2010 at 4:32pm:

RIP Mr. Salinger. I read "Catacher In the Rye" when I was just a kid, maybe 12 years old, and still remember the first time he referred to adults as "dinosaurs." Along with Vonnegut and Hunter Thompson, one of my favorite early authors.

I read 'Catcher' when I was a bit older, 19 or so, and I recall it being a bit of a letdown, with it's great reputation and all. I remember not identifying very well with Holden Caufield, thinking he was just a precocious brat. I've been meaning to re-read it for years, and I know I should. Though I've not read any of his other stuff, Salinger could certainly write. 'Catcher' just didn't grab me the way I thought it would at the time, for whatever reasons.

Now Kurt Vonnegut- read everything he ever published, much of it multiple times. I remember when he died a couple years ago how sad I was, but at the same time I was laughing at how he died- slipped and bonked his head, coma, and lights out. I remember thinking "Well, Kurt- Pall Mall sraights, mono-polar depression, and this little fire-storm business in Dresden couldn't kill you; how appropriate that a man with your love of the type of slapstick of Laurel and Hardy, Charlie Chaplin, Joey Brown, etc. would succumb to just such a fall". A brilliant writer and a great man. A sweet man, too.

Thompson, too, was a truly great writer (though not often given credit for it, as his "gonzo" schtick often got -entertainingly- in the way). It was sad when he died, but not so unexpected, and certainly more tragic.

Anyway- RIP Mr. Salinger.

Great take on Vonnegut. I still have many of his his dog-earred paperbacks. I truly felt bad when I heard he'd died as well.
And so on.

This sucks so bad. Catcher in the Rye is my most favorite book ever, so important for literature in so many different ways. And yeah, of course its connection with Chapman doesn't mean a thing - he could have read anything and still hear the voices tell him to do it. Salinger managed to capture and express all the angst of a young person seeing the world for what it truly is sometimes: hypocritical and fake. I find many things in common between his writing and ideas in CITR and, say, Kurt Cobain's lyrics.

In the words of Holden then:

"Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something.  Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery.  People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap.  Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody. "

You got me as a teen with The Catcher in the Rye  -- and as an adult with one [two for those truly into Salinger] of the best works ever written on spirituality and the meaning of life in Franny and Zooey --

RIP, Mr. Salinger -- my life definitely wouldn't have been the same without those books  [smiley=beer.gif]

i read catcher in the rye when i was a teen and learned that "the man whose name we must never mention" as well as john hinkley jr was carrying a copy of it when he was apprehended. didn't like it at all. that and great gatsby. two books everyone says are the greatest thing since sliced bread...both put me to sleep.

How JD Salinger created the original rock starThe literary legend, who died this week, inspired the modern idea of the rock'n'roll rebel with his character Holden Caulfield, the outsider antihero from The Catcher in the Rye

Forever young ... JD Salinger's Holden Caulfield continues to inspire generations.

The death of JD Salinger has naturally got everyone reminiscing about his 1951 novel The Catcher in the Rye, one of those rare books that virtually everyone read when they were a teenager. Its distinctive mood – that mix of sarcasm, pathos and pained nostalgia for lost youth – never quite leaves you (it also has the dubious distinction of being the only book Ricky Gervais has ever read).

It's ironic that a book which pre-dated rock'n'roll has gone on to influence generations of rock lyricists, but then The Catcher in the Rye has an uncanny knack of staying forever young, speaking to successive waves of teenagers. In recent years, it's variously been a hipster bible and a sort of emo set text. To own a copy when you're young is to signal that you're something of an unquiet soul – an underachiever but brainy with it, a misfit but not a nerd.

It's often said that the character of Holden Caulfield invented the teenager. I'd argue that, in some sense, Caulfield also set the mould for our modern notion of the rock star – damaged, hyper-sensitive, infinitely cool, creative, hungry for sensation, an authentic voice in a world of phonies. Kurt Cobain, Nebraska-era Bruce Springsteen, Richey Manic, Gerard Way are all Holden Caulfields in their own way. Even Thom Yorke, with his "lost child" shtick, on songs such as Street Spirit (Fade Out) – the thin-skinned loner wandering the streets at night, adrift in a sea of heartless modernity.

The power of The Catcher in the Rye is its ability to make the reader feel Holden Caulfield is speaking exclusively to them. This, of course, has its downsides, as it's sometimes used as lazy lyrical shorthand for outsider status by the kind of American pop-punks who, you suspect, haven't really read many other books. To be "like Holden Caulfield" is in fact a cliche of that genre, invoked to lend literary weight to what would otherwise be mere navel-gazing angst (see The Offspring's Get It Right). Green Day's Billie Joe Armstrong, in the song Who Wrote Holden Caulfield, seems to misread the protagonist as a kind of pot-smoking 1990s slacker ("There's a boy who fogs his world and now he's getting lazy/There's no motivation and frustration makes him crazy"; Caulfield, a restless and fretful street-walker, has many problems, but laziness is not one of them.

The most wrong-headed "tribute" of all, however, must be Guns N' Roses' The Catcher in the Rye, from their long-delayed comeback album Chinese Democracy. Axl Rose clearly fancies himself as something of a Salinger-style recluse, maintaining a dignified silence down the years – rather forgetting that dignified recluses tend not to become embroiled in childish feuds with Dr Pepper, or announce lucrative world tours.

Still, you can see why Salinger's approach to creativity – one unrepeatable work of brilliance, followed by decades of crabby silence – might appeal to past-it rock stars. Salinger published his last work in 1965. You wonder if just occasionally the Rolling Stones, the Cure's Robert Smith, Lou Reed, or any other artist doomed to churn out albums of diminishing quality long after the creative fires have sputtered out, wish they'd made a similar decision, and quit while they were ahead.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/musicblog/2010/jan/29/jd-salinger-rock-star

rip jd

i must put this book on the reread list.

:wtf1

I've read 'em all...."Catcher...", "Franny and Zooey", "Nine Stories", "Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour: An Introduction". I'm hoping that his vast unpublished writings will eventually see the light of day......very reclusive and private man. Lived a long life, though...Still, another bit of my childhood gone...:(

Dude was the Syd Barrett of literature -- huge reputation based on very little output.  And the whole recluse bit seemed a bit pompous to me.  Didn't seem to be a very likable fellow.  Hope I get to live to 91

Great book, but not sure worthy of all that much fuss.  If he really wrote every day for 45 years, it may be interesting to see what appears later.  

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

:Youmakeagrownmancrylikejoey

Ironic how a man who was so disgusted by society made it to 91.