Saturday, May 5, 2012
From what we know, Salinger spent the month of July 1945 recovering. In a letter dated July 27th 1945, he shared a bit of his hospital experience with Ernest Hemingway. Salinger had sought out and met Hemingway at the Hôtel Ritz in Paris shortly after the city’s “liberation” in late August 1944. Salinger recounted that meeting in a September 9th letter to his agent at the time, Whit Burnett.
It seems to me that from out of his brief stay in hospital, Salinger emerged a writer again. From his July 27th 1944 ltr to Hemingway, I hear Holden Caulfield talking. Salinger references “A Farewell to Arms” – “a notable absence of Catherine Barkley”. He mentions Holden Caulfield as well.
What happened in that Nürnberg hospital during Salinger’s notable absence?
This is the premise for a play I'm writing… working title – “…notable absence…”
In my own experience with this thing we call depression or PTSD as it’s named today, I found that writing was a way to see what I thought. Actually, I should use the present tense.
…see what you think… some excellent guidance from a psychiatrist named Don. For me, the seeing turned into a journal, actually a number of them; something I continue to create. Sketchbooks where I allow myself to write.
I think of other people wresting with the grey clouded fluff of mental darkness and guilt, recovering from rather inhuman human experiences, possessing a file with PTSD or something like it written therein, people without files wandering, people medicated, people self-medicating with off-the-shelf things, and those like me scrawl and scribble, paint and sing, even write something coherent once in a while.
I think of Salinger and my Dad. Two veterans of the same war, who walked the same fields at the same time. Two people of many. One guy I read. The other guy was very hard to read. In reading the one guy closely, I’ve learned to read the other guy, my Dad. Both guys are gone but there’s many more women and men to replace them. The veterans of recent wars are crafting their “Catchers” I hope.
I get weary reading correspondent renderings of wartime narratives. Those authentic stories will hopefully emerge from those who lived them. My wish is that they imbue their stories with subliminal stories like “Catcher”… where they write themselves out of the story and yet embroider their writer’s DNA into the atmosphere and characters. That’s hard to do and one cannot expect a book deal from such an artistic endeavor. Happily today one can self-publish.
It’s interesting to consider that Salinger created Holden before landing on Utah Beach. Interesting to me is how Holden emerged from that eleven months of combat. I wonder what happened in that hospital?
And I wonder what’s happening in hospitals today with our Holdens, Jerrys, and Janes?