While most of Salinger’s readers outgrew him upon graduating from high school, I’ve held a candle for his characters well into my thirties.  As I’ve gotten older, I’ve also come to realize that the 1950s and 60s New York City portrayed by Salinger—filled with smoky jazz clubs, jumbled classic-eight apartments, Vaudeville veterans, and “Little Shirley Beans” records—epitomizes glamour to me.