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Salinger\u2019s old house. Photo: Jim Mauchly \/ Mountain Graphics Photography<\/p><\/div>\n

The literary real-estate market is booming. In May, Ray Bradbury\u2019s house was for sale<\/a> (Los Angeles, California; 2,500 square feet; $1.495 million). Then, in July, John Cheever\u2019s house was for sale<\/a> (Ossining, New York; 2,688 square feet; $525,000). At the time, you may have kicked yourself for failing to act on those\u2014maybe you couldn\u2019t scrape together the funds in time, or maybe you thought, Well, surely some other Dead Author\u2019s Home will come along soon enough, and that will be the Dead Author\u2019s Home for me.<\/p>\n

You\u2019re in luck: as reported by the Los Angeles Times<\/em><\/a>, the Guardian<\/em><\/a>, Page Six<\/a>, and others<\/a>, J.\u2009D. Salinger\u2019s house is for sale, and it\u2019s the most capacious authorial domicile yet (Cornish, New Hampshire; 2,900 square feet; $679,000).<\/p>\n

The home\u2019s current owner, Joan Littlefield, told the Valley News<\/em><\/a>, a New Hampshire paper, that \u201cshe had been considering advertising the house, which she bought in the 1980s, in The New Yorker<\/em>, in the hopes of attracting literary types.\u201d To go by the coverage the property\u2019s received, she has the right idea. But what does it mean to want to live in a dead writer\u2019s house? When does fandom devolve into idolatry?\u00a0<\/p>\n

You might suppose that an ardent admirer of Salinger\u2019s would have much to gain by inhabiting his private space\u2014writerly inspiration, maybe, or a deeper connection to the work, or even just a constant, salubrious mental patter. (It\u2019s another fine morning in J. D.\u2019s kitchen, the satisfied homeowner thought.) <\/p>\n

And why not? The fascination is valid. Pinning Salinger to a place humanizes him, and living in that place could be edifying. One can imagine him brooding in these rooms, writing and not writing and, most important, just sort of puttering around. He\u2019s one of those revered authors whose work and solitude seems to have obscured his ordinary side, elevating him above the realm of human affairs. Intriguing, then, to have access to a space where he once trafficked in the same earthly minutiae as the rest of us, the junk mail and car insurance bills, the bottles of ibuprofen and dish soap, the mothballs and orthotic insoles.<\/p>\n

But that\u2019s about as far as it goes. No one knows if Salinger wrote anything in this house, and it\u2019s been more than twenty years since he lived there; as the Valley News<\/em> notes, it\u2019s \u201cfilled with little cushions, crystal china, and fabrics in warm pinks and oranges.\u201d Even if he\u2019d been the most recent resident, to presume that some immutable, metaphysical trace of him remains amounts to superstition. What signs of life, really, does an author leave behind once his belongings are cast out, his property subjected to the real-estate rigmarole? We expect a ghost, the writer\u2019s spectral feet shuffling through the bedroom, his august hand on our shoulders, urging us toward new creative heights. In reality, we\u2019d be lucky to find a toenail clipping from the master, an errant stain in his carpet, a matted clump of his cat\u2019s hair in the basement.<\/p>\n

What you\u2019re buying, then, isn\u2019t privileged access: it\u2019s only a set of jejune bragging rights. Imagine the dinner parties.<\/p>\n

\u201cSalinger lived in this house, you know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo! Really? What did he work on here?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe hid, mainly. From the public eye.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, well, I\u2019m su\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWant to see the grout in the bathroom? It was his grout.\u201d<\/p>\n

That sounds ludicrous, but there\u2019s truth in it. When the Littlefields moved into Salinger\u2019s place, the Valley News<\/em> says, they<\/p>\n

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came across various Salinger memorabilia, including old checkbooks, sections of fence, and, notably, his toilet, which made national news after a collectibles dealer tried to sell it on Ebay.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

The Guardian <\/em>adds,<\/p>\n

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The vendor asked $1m for the toilet, \u201cuncleaned and in its original condition \u2026 Who knows how many of [his] stories were thought up and written while Salinger sat on this throne!\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is the very worst impulse of fetishism, the same impulse that surrounds religious relics and autograph seekers and historic homes converted into stale, placarded museums. I\u2019m reminded of a character in Richard Linklater\u2019s Slacker<\/em> who claims to possess Madonna\u2019s Pap smear<\/a>. \u201cI know it\u2019s kind of disgusting, but it\u2019s, like, it\u2019s sort of getting down to the real Madonna,\u201d she says. That\u2019s a reductio ad absurdum <\/em>on what\u2019s happening here: 2,900 expensive square feet ostensibly inflected with genius, imbued with the real Salinger. But every cupboard is empty, and the toilet\u2019s been replaced.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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