Showing posts with label j.d. salinger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label j.d. salinger. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Peoples Dying In The Ghetto And Peoples Dying Outside The Ghetto: My Life Will Never Escape The Reasons Why


I'll find a story of mass murder, one day, that doesn't include an American doing something like this - and that's when I'll know it might be over:



Wow. That's some "contradiction." And a real anomaly.  Or is it? As I've pointed out before, if someone accepts the belief that "life is about suffering," then it's not much of a leap to cause some.


And nowadays, you have to admit, that whole "life is about suffering" schtick is really popular:
"If you're trying to decipher Loughner's worldview,...The best label would probably be 'New Age paranoia.'"

Oops, John Lennon - that was another guy to start killing everybody after dabbling in NewAge - here's the new guy:
"U.S. law enforcement officials are telling The Associated Press that the Navy contractor identified as the gunman in the mass shootings at the Washington Navy Yard had been suffering a host of serious mental issues, including paranoia and a sleep disorder. He also had been hearing voices in his head, the officials said."

Well - that could've also described my wife, too, asshole! Weird, because everyone defended those symptoms - as a feminist thinking "straight" - when she had them. Not that anyone cares about what happened to my wife and life:


Let's just make this thing blow over, as always, so we can get back to cheering what a overwhelmingly positive influence J. D. Salinger had on society,...
 

Monday, September 16, 2013

Love Was Never Free When They Trapped The Kids In It


The hippies couldn't tell the truth about The Civil Rights Movement, they couldn't tell the truth about Kennedy, they couldn't tell the truth about Harvey Milk or gays in general. They are a generation that simply can't tell the truth - and the first job, of the next, is to escape this edifice of lies the hippies built:
"In the 50 years since J.D. Salinger removed himself from the public eye and stopped publishing, he has been viewed — more accurately, worshiped — as the human embodiment of purity, a welcome antidote to phoniness. To many, he was a kind of god."

"A god"? Can you imagine anyone being so stupid? Some god:


Salinger was just another, in this long line of NewAge "guru" perv con artists, allowed to molest the naive and gullible, because the other delusional pervs wanted it that way, and nothing more.

And I dare anyone to say I'm wrong,...
 

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Literary


This has definitely been J.D. Salinger's America:
“Increasingly incoherent fictions clogged with a smorgasbord of half-digested chunks of Eastern mysticism.”
That anyone would tolerate that - except when watching The Sopranos - is mind-blowing,...
 

Saturday, February 5, 2011

"INSTAPORNDIT" HAS ARRIVED!!! (Now Don't Everybody Crowd Or You Might Scare The Girls)

Yes, that photo above does say "Gods Girls.com". Where do you think you are? We don't miss a trick (Nudge, nudge, wink, wink!) This is an emergency strategy to get the numbers up - clearly a desperate move to find more readers - so prepare yourselves for TMR's new mash-up of Instapundit and softcore porn, which we call:

INSTAPORNDIT!!!!

O.K., we know there's no one you can trust, but, other than her girlfriend, Gayle, is there anyone else who's black in Oprah's universe?

We discovered - just this morning - we're a fake man (that was told to us by a real man, of course, seen above) but we know it's not true because we eat meat. And usually with a side-dish of meat. We even eat meat oatmeal. Fuck, we looove meat oatmeal, mixed with the entrails of small illegal immigrant children - who should've been sent back home a long time ago, but nooooo! Top that, Mr. You Should Be Nicer To People.

Brazil wants to add "happiness" to their constitution. And they wonder why nobody takes them seriously.

Have you heard about the "tree octopus"? If you have, you're probably an idiot.

You wanna know why the nutcase who shot John Lennon was carrying a copy of J.D. Salinger's Catcher In The Rye? Well, figure it out, genius:
As an adult [Salinger's daughter] Peggy was diagnosed with chronic fatigue syndrome, whereupon her insurance company disputed the diagnosis and stopped her disability payments. At the time, she was losing control of her bowels and bladder and feared she'd end up destitute and unable to care for herself. She phoned her father to tell him so. "A week or two later," she writes, "something arrived in the mail. He had taken out a three-year subscription, in my name, to a monthly booklet of testimonials to miraculous healing put out by the Christian Science Church. … I would get well when I stopped believing in the 'illusion' of my sickness."
And, apparently, the Jazz great, Stan Kenton, also had some problems adjusting to the fatherly role as well:
Onstage, though, Kenton seemed far from a wild-eyed avant-gardist; his manner was buttoned down and conservative. He never appeared in less than a suit and tie and conducted himself like a combination of college professor and church leader. Early in Michael Sparke's "This Is an Orchestra!," a study of the man and his band published last year, the author quotes arranger Charlie Shirley, who calls Kenton "one of the straightest men I've ever met. Dedicated, clean, sober." Certainly bebop legend Art Pepper—a star of several Kenton orchestras who wrote a powerful memoir of his years as a junkie—perceived a world of difference between himself and his employer.

Yet "Love Affair"—a harrowing and intimate memoir by Kenton's daughter, Leslie—now reveals that he and Pepper were more alike than anyone realized. Mr. Sparke mentions that Kenton abused alcohol in later life; Ms. Kenton depicts her father as a lifelong alcoholic and such a troubled soul that you wonder at times how he could hold himself together well enough to keep his band going. Most shockingly, Ms. Kenton asserts that their own relationship was, for a time, incestuous.

Ms. Kenton's book is a fall-and-rise "recovery" memoir in the tradition of Lillian Roth's "I'll Cry Tomorrow" (1954). She worshipped her father in spite of his apparent shortcomings, and they bonded over a shared love of art and music. The tone she takes toward her father is one of forgiveness rather than accusation, and often the book reads like the tale of a taboo liaison (it's worth noting that she titled it "Love Affair," not "Daddy Dearest"). But keep in mind she was only 11 when, she says, he first forced himself on her, and only 13 when they broke the physical "affair" off.

Ms Kenton maintains that she and her father never stopped caring about each other, and she even seems to shield him from blame, claiming he suffered from dissociative identity disorder and portraying him as dominated by his controlling mother. Because Kenton had divorced Leslie's mother, her grandmother played an outsize role in her life as well. At one point, Ms. Kenton charges, her grandmother sent her off to a sanitarium without reason. On another occasion, she pushed her 10-year-old granddaughter to play "dress up" with a pair of creepy cross-dressers backstage at a theater in New York.
Ahhh, yes. According to liberals, the girl was just getting a proper education for the kind of world (and childhood upbringing) they want to introduce to everyone - free of constraints and your silly assumptions about parents and grandparents protecting kids from the likes of "creepy cross-dressers".

Now where in the world could they have gotten that idea from?

Friday, February 12, 2010

While They'll Say Anything And/Or Do Anything (To Be "Spiritual") You'll Get To Only Go Away

"Fast-forward 15 years to the next letter, which appears to have been sent in October 1966,...in September of that year, [J.D. Salinger's] wife, Claire, filed for divorce, claiming in court papers that continuation of the marriage would 'seriously injure her health and endanger her reason.'"
-- Alison Leigh Cowan, giving us this bizarre aside, in a fawning article about the late writer's private letters - with no comment or investigation of what life with a weirdo believer does to a normal person - because few care if their insane ideas drive others as bonkers as they are, especially anyone working at The New York Times.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

He's The Biggest Selling Author On Pandora

"[Third "wife", Joyce] Maynard described Salinger, who had been influenced by Zen Buddhism and Hinduism, as consumed with yoga, meditation, and a strict diet of whole grains and vegetables. She also said he could be 'moody and cranky' and critical of her 'worldly' habits, including her desire to publish and give interviews.

In 2000, Salinger’s estranged daughter Margaret wrote the memoir 'Dream Catcher.' In it, she described a neurotic father obsessed with health fads, including homeopathy and the drinking of his own urine."
-- Nancy Moran, on J.D. Salinger, the now-deceased literary wackjob icon of the '60s - who (as also evidenced by "Catcher In The Rye") appears to have been really onto something - like how to be humiliated in death, here, and kinda in the pages of BusinessWeek.

Click the tags, below, for more on ol' J.D. and the gang.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Catcher In The Why? What? Who? Fuck.

"In retreating from public life, [J.D. Salinger] experimented with a long list of belief systems, sending those close to him into retreat. In the 1950s, [he] acquired a guru and took up the practice of Kriya Yoga, persuading his new wife Claire to share the vibe. He eventually gave it up for the sci-fi cult of Dianetics [Scientology] before moving on to Christian Science, macrobiotics, an Atlantis cult, vomiting therapy, urine therapy, speaking in tongues, and a fertility cult.

Admitting that she once ran away from their home, his wife Claire said that her husband would regularly leave Cornish for weeks at a time to write, 'only to return with the piece he was supposed to be finishing all undone or destroyed, and some new "ism" we had to follow'. By the mid-60s, according to their daughter Margaret, Salinger had isolated Claire so much from family and friends she was 'a virtual prisoner'. She left him in 1966.

Over 40 years later, he still lives in splendid isolation; still a hero to millions, but perhaps a living endorsement of the maxim that you should never meet your heroes."


-- The Independent