Poor J.D.! Did ever a man so outlive himself? It’s true that Holden Caulfield is, well, a little too Holden Caulfield, but if you haven’t got a little Holden in you, and a little time for that little, you ain’t got much heart.
I used to feel sorry for J.D. when Joyce Maynard wrote her tell-all tale of their romance, but when I learned that he made her dance the foxtrot to Tommy Dorsey, not so much. The babe suffered, grievously, for her sins.
