Salinger published twenty-two stories in various magazines which remain uncollected. Several attempts have been made to compile these stories together but have met stiff resistance by the author. While some are plainly of commercial quality, most are serious works containing an expansive gift of enlightenment and self-examination: that very-satisfying "Salinger moment". Provided here is a list of those stories, sorted by publication date and accompanied by a short synopsis of each. Burnett was the teacher of short story writing at Columbia where Salinger took his course. Salinger himself was twenty one at the time of its publication.
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She was the daughter of Saray Keyes Montross von Nordhoffen, the Montross Orthopedic Appliances heiress, who had committed suicide in , and Baron Otho von Nordhoffen, who was still alive, or at least, under his gray mask of expatriation, was still breathing. Corinne entered this chapter in her diary on the night before her eleventh birthday.
Tomorrow is my birthday party and I am going to have a party. I have to invite Mr. Miller on account of he works for Father now. Father said Mr. Miller will drive to New York in the morning and bring back 2 cowboy movies and shoe them in the library after dinner. I got Raymond a real cow boy hat to wear just like that cowboy he likes wears.
I got everybody else hats also only paper ones. She is the most adorable teacher I have had since Miss Calahan. Father is also going to give me more room in the kennles for Sandys puppys and I already saw the doll house from Wanamakers.
Dorothy Wood is going to give me an autograph album and gave it to me already 3 weeks ago. She wrote in the front of it In your golden chain of friendship consider me a link. I nearly cried. Dorothy is so adorable. I wish that mean Lawrence Pheleps did not have to come to my party. He is so poor and not rich at all and you can tell by his cloths.
I wish Dorothy had not written on the first page of the album because I wanted Raymond. Miller is going to give me an alligator. He had this brother in Florida that has alligators and T. I love Raymond Ford. I love him better than my father. Anybody that opens this diary and reads this page will drop dead in 24 hours.
Tomorrow night!!! Miller talk German at the table or anything because I just know they would all go home and tell their parents about it except Raymond and Dorothy. I love you Raymond because you are the nicest boy in the world and I am going to marry you. Anybody that reads this without my permission will drop dead in 24 hours or get sick. Under the table her hands were caught hard between her knees.
They live over the restaurant. But the old gentleman was busy examining, somewhat morosely, the cuff of his dinner jacket—he had just brushed his sleeve into his ice cream—the sort of thing that often happened to him.
Miller stood up confidently. He dropped his napkin of the table and removed his pale green, unfestive-looking paper hat. He was a bald-headed man with a jolly, humorless face.
Again the hostess shook her head and blinked—wildly, this time. Miss Aigletinger leaned forward, a committee-of-one for smooth-running birthday parties.
Go with Mr. Corinne said so. Dispirited, Miss Aigletinger placed a protective hand to her throat where all he volume had passed through, and willingly gave over to Mr.
Miller, who was standing ready beside his chair. Those things happen in the best of families. I told him at recess. He may be ill. He might just be in bed. You know. All the gals after him. You know what? Robert Selridge saw Ford coming across the playground and yelled at him and chucked a football at him, not even fast, and you know what Ford did? Miller, inserting the nail of his little finger between two molars, shook his head. Boy, Robert Selridge nearly socked him one.
Miller, removing his finger from his mouth. Big awful marks, like. He fell and hurt himself. Corinne sat down, still trembling. The school board investigates those things—all those things. And Corinne started to cry. And she wrote his name on the blackboard at recess and tried to erase it, but everybody saw it.
Mine fell. Ask anybody. Ford was giving Louise Selridge her coat when she said it. He chucked it right out in the aisle. You wanna look for this boy or not?
The dark road was icy and there were no skid chains on Mr. Somebody scared? The car skidded, selected its own direction, and came to a stop with its forewheels on the sidewalk.
Corinne, shivering, let herself out of the car and ran the slippery quarter of a block to the place where the Lobster Palace should have been shining yellowly. Something was wrong. Both the front show window and the electric sign were as black as the night itself. His breath in the sub-zero air was almost more visible than he was. People live upstairs. Raymond Ford lives upstairs. No kind of hall light preceded or followed her.
She snorted visibly over to the curb, dropped her tow suitcases on the icy walk, and faced the doorway from which she had emerged. Then, just as Corinne felt Mr. Miller pull her neutrally out of the way, another, that of a small boy, came out of the building.
He went directly to the woman with the suitcases, stood beside her, and faced as she was facing. He took something out of his pocked, unfolded it, put it on his head, and pulled it down over his ears.
You had all afternoona pick up ya galoshes. You know that. You got plenty to keep you warm. Frightened, Corinne looked and saw that the cigar was gone. She screamed as she pounded, articulating words that Corinne had nervously read from walls and fences. Corinne felt Mr. But she wrenched successfully away from him, scarcely losing the rhythm of her violence.
Miller came forward, cupping his cold ears with his hands. She turned away from the show window, glanced briefly at Miller in the darkness, then at Corinne, then back at Miller. Raymond Ford indicated Corinne with his thumb. Ford asked Miller. Ford nodded, absently. She then turned around and, using an Anglo-Saxon verb, gave the dark show window a snort, obscene command.
She turned back to Miller. She sat beside Miller in the front seat, andthe two children sat in the back with the suitcases. The car moved off on a slippery tangent, straightened out, and went on. Ford announced suddenly. Why do you wanna ask the man so many questions? The Heinie on the hill? Ford abruptly lowered her window, removed something from her mouth, and flicked it into the night.
I had everything. Social position. I wanna settle down and take it easy for a while.
The inverted forest
Blotner, Joseph L. Also, I had just gone through a book entitled Salinger: A Critical and Personal Portrait, which contained nearly three hundred pages about the author contributed by twenty-five writers. Finally, I had seen a report that Salinger had given permission for the publication in book form of two more previously-published Glass stories, to be called Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour: An Introduction. The recent published and republished work itself is part of an extended phase of preoccupation with spiritual crises which has concerned the author for nearly ten years now, a phase in which the only change discernable has been an even more intense interest in the spiritual coupled with increasing experiment characterized most strikingly by prolixity of style. To indicate a further direction, all of this makes a Salinger adherent wish for certain things, almost for a moratorium now on Salinger criticism as well as for evidence that this gifted writer has assimilated the influences which have both informed and swamped his later work, evidence that he is ready to break through from a minor phase to a major one, as he once did earlier in his career. He writes: …all of this makes a Salinger adherent wish for certain things, almost for a moratorium now on Salinger criticism as well as for evidence that this gifted writer has assimilated the influences which have both informed and swamped his later work, evidence that he is ready to break through from a minor phase to a major one, as he once did earlier in his career. Therefore, Blotner is less optimistic about the state of Salinger criticism, stating: one wonders how long, even with Catcher and the non-religious stories in the Salinger corpus considered too, such a relatively slim body of work can support such extensive analysis.
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Plot summary The story opens with a diary entry from an eleven-year-old Corinne von Nordhoffen, heiress to the a large orthopedic supply company. The young girl laments at the fact that while others have offered her gifts for her birthday the real present she wants is Raymond Ford. On the night of her birthday, she waits in vain for him to show. When they arrive at the address all they see is a closed restaurant but realize that in fact Ford lives upstairs, with his mother. Corinne talks with Ford briefly as he suddenly exits the apartment with his mother who chides him for being slow. After graduating she goes to Europe and meets many men. She marries one from Detroit, and it is implied he manipulates her by playing on her insecurities.
Inverted Forest (Japanese)
Salinger decided not to have the novella published in the United States in another form. By the Cosmopolitan issues with the story were on sale in the U. The young girl laments at the fact that, while others have offered her gifts for her birthday, the real present she wants is Raymond Ford. On the night of her birthday, she waits in vain for him to show. When they arrive at the address, all they see is a closed restaurant but realize that in fact Ford lives upstairs, with his mother. Corinne talks with Ford briefly as he suddenly exits the apartment with his mother, who chides him for being slow.
The Inverted Forest
Get the whole story here. A teenager reads The Catcher in the Rye, then decides to read Franny and Zooey, then wants to read everything ever written by J. Fans are suddenly learning that Salinger only had one testicle and may have married a Gestapo informer , but the most exciting discovery is that more of his books are on the way. In the meantime, though, you can enjoy more Salinger stories than you may be aware of. Mind you, these may or may not have been published with permission from the copyright owners; we did not publish them, and we do not encourage infringement. In true Salinger fashion, everyone else in the troop is excited for the dance in town while Vincent is caught up in his own mind, letting the reader in on all of it. The Last of the Caulfield Family Stories 3.