This book reads like something a person would write in anger, then destroy. Too bad it got published. I can't imagine betraying my own father like this. The writing is not that good, and at times I was embarrased to be reading it. You won't learn anything about Salinger that you would want to know. And we must remember that this is only one person's side of the story. Maybe if Salinger had kept publishing, we wouldn't be so desperate for some kind of contact with him, and then this sad memoir wouldn't have gotten printed.