December 22, 1951
The New Yorker was 20 cents a copy.
Today’s New Yorker is $5.99

This was the era during which J.D. Salinger
made his debut in The New Yorker.

Consider this:
Salinger was famous for being
brooding and reclusive; so what do you
think he felt when he learned
that John Lennon’s murderer was
obsessed with his own
Catcher in the Rye?

Lennon is gone.
Salinger is gone.
The Wise Men are gone.

Yet all remain.

Aroo.