"The Ecstasy of Influence," by Jonathan Lethem, has just been posted online and must be read by you on the nonce lest it be quits between us, Shanaynay. It's an utterly breathtaking essay, yet I was left wondering if it might've been prompted by this minor revelation in Nick Hornby's The Polysyllabic Spree:
"And then, at the beginning of The Fortress of Solitude, I came across the following, describing a street ball game: 'A shot... which cleared the gates on the opposite side of the street was a home run. Henry seemed to be able to do this at will, and the fact that he didn't each time was mysterious.' Compare that to this, from Seymour: An Introduction: 'A home run was scored only when the ball sailed just high and hard enough to strike the wall of the building on the opposite street... Seymour scored a home run nearly every time he was up. When other boys on the block scored one, it was generally regarded as a fluke... but Seymour's failures to get home runs looked like flukes.' Weird, huh? (And that's all it is, by the way - there's nothing sinister going on here. Lethem's book is probably over a hundred thousand words long, and bears no resemblance to anything Salinger wrote, aside from this one tiny echo.)"
Interestingly, Salinger turns up in Lethem's piece near the end. How it figures in, though, is part of the fun. Carve a half-hour out of your day and give it a read.