I am reading Salinger again, only this time it's not The Catcher in the Rye. I've read Franny and Zooey and am currently reading Raise High the Roofbeam, Carpenters and Seymour, An Introduction. After this book I plan to read his collection of short stories entitled, Nine Stories (quite imaginative). I enjoy his works tremendously. It's like a continuous stream of thought; no abrupt transitions, no unbelievable switch from one topic to the next, and no gratuitous prose. His stories lack the evidence of deliberation unlike most other books. Deliberation is artificial, it is as I've said before, contemptuous. Deliberation robs literature of rhythm and harmony. It makes a reader feel manipulated and leaves a sort of deceptive flavor in the mouth of the reader. Honesty is the key to avoiding deliberation, the writer must write only what he or she considers truth. Being able to look at your own writing objectively is the key to avoiding this downfall.