El 16 de julio de 1951 se publicó El guardián entre el centeno. Salinger tenía entonces 31 años. Pertenezco al club de los no intoxicados por esa novela, que me hizo pasar buenos ratos. Me gusta esta frase:
I felt like jumping out the window. I probably would’ve, too, if I’d been sure somebody’d cover me up as soon as I landed. I didn’t want a bunch of stupid rubbernecks looking at me when I was all gory
Reproduzco, para quienes sí estén intoxicados, el pasaje clave del libro:
What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff— I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That’s all I’d do all day. I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all.