I finished rereading J. D Salinger's NINE STORIES
a book I've forgotten how much I enjoyed.
Today I watched the 1949 movie, MY FOOLISH HEART
from the story J.D Salinger wrote titled
UNCLE WIGGILY IN CONNECTICUT.
Trading rain for snow, after only fifteen minutes, the film
suddenly veers away, off script. At first (knowing the author's
furor) I didn't like it either and I even stopped the VCR
and left it for a while. But soon I was back and watching
again. Now, I've watched plenty of movies from that time
and I love them though I understand how Salinger would
have flown from the theater. Isn't that how Hollywood goes?
From the words of Salinger's story, his characters have taken
their own separate life on film. The movie is a bubble
with Walt and Eloise that you know isn't going to last.
"Poor Uncle Wiggly," he kisses her and goes off
to war.
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