This memoir chronicles the brief relationship author Maynard had with J.D. Salinger when she was 18 years old. Maynard begins by telling the story of her alcoholic father and intelligent but stifled mother. She moves on to the writing career she launched as a teenager, including the essay published in the New York Times Magazine that prompted Salinger to send her a letter. Maynard then speaks of the unfolding of her relationship with Salinger in exacting detail and, in comparison, glosses over the effects it had on her life. Her reading is clear and well paced, but while the present tense she favors might work in print, it jars in the audio production. This tape will primarily attract those looking for a glimpse of Salinger the person, or those interested in how this 18-year-old began a career as a writer at such a young age. Recommended for a literary crowd.--Adrienne Furness, Genesee Community Coll., Batavia, NY (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Maynard, novelist (Baby Love; To Die For) essayist, columnist and Web-page chatteuse, was a freshman at Yale in April 1972 when the New York Times Magazine published her cover article, "An Eighteen Year Old Looks Back on Life." Of the hundreds of letters she received, one from the reclusive J.D. Salinger, then 53, praising her talent and warning her against the dangers of early success, struck a particular chord. Maynard quickly wrote back and, following a summer of letters, phone calls and visits to Cornish, N.H., she dropped out of Yale and moved in with him. Maynard's observant, straight-faced presentation of what are nonetheless often hilarious events chez Salinger has to be one of the shrewdest deflations of a literary reputation on record. What's plain and most damaging is the nature of Jerry's interest in Joyce, who looked about 11 and who arrived for her first visit in a dress almost identical to one she wore in first grade. Maynard poignantly describes her alienation and isolation, which Salinger reinforced before cruelly discarding her. Unable for legal reasons to quote Salinger's letters, Maynard nevertheless makes the reader see why his words so captivated her: "I fell in love with his voice on the page," she says. Once she moved in, however, Jerry began to sound like an aging Holden Caulfield, abrasive and contemptuous. Maynard takes too long setting up her family history pre-Salinger and far too long recounting her life since, inadvertently revealing why Salinger and others seem to have wearied of her. But her painstaking honesty about herself lends credence to her portrayal of Salinger as something worse than a cranky eccentric. This will be a hard story to ignore. First serial to Vanity Fair. (Oct.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved