Two more silver-haired, liver-spotted men of letters died this week. Author/creep J.D. Salinger and professional bore/lefty historian Howard Zinn are now bellying up to the excellent sea food buffet in H-E-double hockey sticks. No doubt, they're joining Updike, Vonnegut and all the other "Greatest Generation" writers who've croaked in the last couple of years.
Evidently, "Greatest" does not mean "immortal."
As we collectively kiss their war-matured, world-weary brand of humanity goodbye, let's not mourn the loss of the men so much as the serious and worthwhile era that forged them. For my money, Franny and Zooey and Nine Stories are fun reads. A People's History Of The United States is tiresome and passionate in equal measures.
On the other hand, who knows what masterpieces await us when the collective tweets of the cast of The Hills are compiled?