News Article #6

Tragical accident, author Salinger dead

Found in well-hidden cottage

By Helena Johansson

Torsbergsgymnasiet, Bollnäs

J. D. Salinger, 89, mysterious author of The Catcher in the Rye, died Friday night on his way to hospital after an accident at home.
The theory of this accident seems to be that Salinger went up to have a night snack, tripped on his own pyjamas and fell down the stairs. Unfortunately he broke his neck and died immediately. He was found by his girlfriend in their cottage which was well-hidden from the public.

According to the Police of New Hampshire, no crime seems to have occurred.
“This is a tragedy. Such a simple death to one of the best authors I’ve ever worked with.” says the man behind the big company which first published The Catcher in the Rye.

The Catcher in the Rye was first published in 1951 and was seen as a revolt within its time. The book was at first banned in most schools because of its bad language and curses.
After the big wave of attention Salinger gained when his novel was published he refused interviews and have therefore not been seen much in media.

Salinger withdrew in 1953 and moved at the same time from New York to the small town Cornish, New Hampshire. The little town where Salinger lived was in total devotion for him. No-one ever told the curious journalists where his cottage was located and he could therefore live without disturbance just as he wanted.

Salinger was known for his writing about children and youth. He liked to socialize with younger people and had two children with his former wife Claire Douglas.
Jerome David Salinger had a various background with a half-Scottish, half-Irish mother and a Jewish father. He also had one older sister, Doris. They were a quite wealthy family.
Salinger really enjoyed acting when he went to school. He was often seen in different plays even though his father did not like the idea of his son becoming an actor.

I’d like to end with a famous quote form J. D.’s novel “What really knocks me out is a book, when you're all done reading it, you wished the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it.”