It remains one of the most translated, taught and reprinted texts, and has sold over 65 million copies worldwide. He went on to write three further, critically acclaimed, best-selling works of fiction: Franny and Zooey, For Esme - With Love And Squalor and Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters, and Seymour - An Introduction. Apr 25, 2020 FOR ESME WITH LOVE AND SQUALOR TEXT PDF April 25, 2020 An American soldier stationed in Devon in April, meets a precocious 13 year old girl, named Esme, and her brother, Charles, 5. They have a brief. See full list on salingerincontext.org. FOR ESME WITH LOVE AND SQUALOR TEXT PDF April 25, 2020 An American soldier stationed in Devon in April, meets a precocious 13 year old girl, named Esme, and her brother, Charles, 5. They have a brief.

For Esme, with Love and Squalor

'For Esmé—with Love and Squalor' is a short story by J. D. Salinger. Originally published in The New Yorker on April 8, 1950, it was anthologized in Salinger's Nine Stories two years later (while the story collection's American title is Nine Stories, it is titled as For Esmé—with Love & Squalor in most countries).

The short story was immediately popular with readers; less than two weeks after its publication, on April 20, Salinger 'had already gotten more letters about For Esmé than he had for any story he had published.'^[1] According to biographer Kenneth Slawenski, the story is “widely considered one of the finest literary pieces to result from the Second World War.^[2] Author Paul Alexander calls it a 'minor masterpiece'.^[1]

Salinger began a major reediting of his original manuscript and shortened it by six pages when it was returned by the The New Yorker in late 1949.^[3]

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Plot summary

The story is presented in two episodes, the events separated by a year.

The first occurs during a stormy evening in Devon, England, in 1944. A group of enlisted Americans are finishing up training for intelligence operations in the D-Day landings.^[4] The narrator is “Sergeant X” (though not introduced as such until the second episode).^[5][6] He takes a solitary stroll into town, and enters a church to listen to a children’s choir rehearsal. One of the choir members, a girl of about thirteen, has a presence and deportment that draws his attention. When he departs, he finds that he has been strangely affected by the children’s “melodious and unsentimental” singing.^[4][7]

Ducking into a tearoom to escape the rain, the narrator encounters the girl again, this time accompanied by her little brother and their governess. Sensing his loneliness, the girl engages the narrator in conversation. We learn that her name is Esmé, and that she and her brother Charles are orphans – the mother killed in the Blitz, the father killed in North Africa while serving with the British Army. She wears his huge military wristwatch as a remembrance.^[4] Esmé is bright, well-mannered and mature for her age, but troubled that she may be a “cold person” and is striving to be more “compassionate”.^[7]

The scene changes; allied forces occupy Europe just weeks after V-E Day. Sergeant X is stationed in Bavaria, and has just returned to his quarters after visiting a field hospital where he has been treated for a nervous breakdown.^[8][9] He still exhibits the symptoms of his mental disorder. “Corporal Z” (surname Clay), a fellow soldier who has served closely with him, casually and callously remarks upon the Sergeant’s physical deterioration.^[10] When Clay finally departs, Sergeant X begins to rifle through a batch of unopened letters and discovers a small package, post-marked from Devon, England almost a year before. It contains a letter from Esmé and Charles, and she has enclosed her father’s wristwatch - “a talisman”- and suggests to Sergeant X that he “wear it for the duration of the war”. Deeply moved, he immediately begins a recovery from his descent into disillusionment and spiritual vacancy, regaining his “faculties”.^[6]

Analysis

As the war receded in memory, America was embracing an “unquestioned patriotism and increasing conformity”,^[2] and a romantic version of the war was gradually replacing its devastating realities. Salinger wished to speak for those who still struggled to cope with the “inglorious” aspects of combat.^[2]

For Esmé – with Love and Squalor was conceived as a tribute to those Second World War veterans who in post-war civilian life were still suffering from so-called 'battle fatigue' – post-traumatic stress disorder.^[2] The story also served to convey to the general public what many ex-soldiers endured.

Salinger had served as a non-commissioned officer of intelligence services at the European front – the narrator “Sergeant X” is “suspiciously like Salinger himself”. The story is more than merely a personal recollection; rather, it is an effort to offer hope and healing – a healing of which Salinger himself partook.^[11] Slawenski points out that “though we may recognize Salinger in Sergeant X’s character, [WWII] veterans of the times recognized themselves.'^[11]

References

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Cited in footnotes

• Sallinger, Jerome D. 1950. For Esmé – with Love and Squalor in Nine Stories. Little, Brown and Company. New York (1981).
• Slawenski, Kenneth. 2010. J.D. Salinger: A Life. Random House, New York. ISBN 978-1-4000-6951-4

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You looked like a goddam corpse. Father was an introvert.

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He closed his eyes again, and continued to rest the side of his face on the chair seat. He took a cigarette from a pack on the table and lit it with fingers that bumped gently and incessantly against one another.

Then I looked at Charles with a stumped expression and said I gave up. He sat for a moment smoking and experimenting. It had been on his table even before he had checked into the hospital. I hoped he’d turn around, but he didn’t.

Survive the butterfly invasion. The war’s over, for God’s sake. Salinger wisdom and comfort.

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I mentioned that maybe he ought to save it — meaning the Bronx cheer — till he started using his title regularly That is, if he had a title, too. In the center of town, which was probably the wettest part of town, I stopped in front of a church to read the bulletin board, mostly because the f eatured numer als, white on black, had caught my attention but partly because, after three years in the Army I’d become addicted to reading bulletin boards.

And this story does move from darkness to a tentative light. The choir member, taking off her coat as she walked across the floor, made the table selection — a good one, from my point of view, as it was just eight or ten feet directly in front of me.

She blushed — automatically conf erring on me the social poise I’d been missing. Looking just semi- pleased with his achievement, he relaxed again. As the war receded in memory, America was embracing an “unquestioned patriotism and increasing conformity”, [3] and a romantic version of the war was gradually replacing its devastating realities.

Usually he drools when he laughs. It was a problem that had baffled me in my child- hood.

Stray into bear territory. I drank my tea for a moment. Just so that it isn’t childish and silly. The people change, too. Meet a woman with a bite mark on her face. I am quite certain that you will use it to greater advantage in these difficult days then I ever can and that you will accept it as a lucky talisman.

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He was sa-i-n in North Africa. Charles, whom I am teaching to read and write and whom I am tinding an extremely intelligent novice, wishes to add a few words. I asked Bulling how come we couldn’t fill ’em out tonight — he’s got the goddam forms right on his desk. I remarked that it was certainly terrible day out. Her hair was soaking wet, and the rims of both ears were showing.

I don’t want to hear about it, Clay. There were thousands of new troops in Germany By driv- ing with his windshield down, combat-style, Corporal Z hoped to show that he was not one of them, that not by a long shot was he some new son of a bitch in the E.

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