It began as the GODFATHER OF MATH, evolved into the GOODFATHER OF MATH. Now this. Go figure...

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The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES ... Music is the mathematics of the gods=PYTHAGORAS ... Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
I cannot live without the oxygen of laughter = DAWN POWELL ... !!! ... But laughter cannot survive without the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
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Thursday, September 3, 2015

From The Daily Beast: Another Prescient Author

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AP Photo/ Amy Sancetta 


HOW
J.D SALINGER
SAID GOODBYE
TO WORLD WAR II






Seventy years ago, on September 2, 1945, World War II 
came to an official end in a surrender ceremony 
between the Allied powers and Japan aboard 
the battleship Missouri in Tokyo Bay.
 

The entire world is quietly at peace. 
The holy mission has been completed, 
declared General Douglas MacArthur, 
who presided over the signing 
of the surrender documents.
 

But for many who fought in World War II, 
there would be no peace when they returned home. 

Few writers understood this phenomenon as well as 
J.D. Salinger, himself a veteran, and as we mark 
the 70th anniversary of the end of World War II, 
it’s a good time to take a close look at Salinger’s 
little-known short story about a World War II 
homecoming, The Stranger, which also 
marks its 70th anniversary this year.
 

The story appeared in the December 1, 1945, 
issue of Collier’s magazine. 

Salinger never included it in his 1953 collection, 
Nine Stories, and so “The Stranger” remains 
largely unread today, even by Salinger diehards. 

The passage of time has not dimmed the story’s 
prescient depiction of what we now call 
post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD)...

Descended from the late,
lamented  NEWSWEEK  Magazine
















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Footnote
The other "prescient author" page, regarding World War II,  is  here.

It is deservedly separated from this page by a mock news report
and a cute New Yorker cartoon.

The next Salinger page is  here. 
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