No one undergoing a crisis in any story by J. D. Salinger need ever have missed a bath on the way to his or her suffering; no one who has missed a bath need ever have felt welcome to appear. The crises of Salinger’s fiction are the crises of people who are better than people like you.
From Suck.com’s 1999 feature on J.D. Salinger. Just a nice counterpoint as his hagiography aims ever higher.