Helm writes elsewhere: “One of the pleasant aspects of never publishing is
never having to assemble a group of poems and discover that they *all*
[emphasis mine – Speranza] need to be rewritten.”
And then there’s Salinger – “Rebel in the rye” now playing, with Nicholas Hoult
as Salinger, and focusing on his affair with Oona O’Neill (“I love your
father’s plays”). Salinger did publish (or wrote) poems – in fact one was
quoted in THIS FORUM. But he is of course best known for his stories and his
only novel (whose title is apparently based on Holden Caulfield’s _mis-hearing”
of the non-Cartesian, “When a body meets a body…”). His daughter (that’s
Salinger’s daughter, not Descartes’s daughter) noted that although Salinger
stopped publishing at some point, he left files, with very specific codes as to
what to do with the stuff, and this perhaps poses a problem to the Griceian
(Well, Grice left LOADS of stuff and nobody could even _touch_ his desk! It’s
all deposited now at the Bancroft). The daughter (that’s Salinger’s daughter,
not Grice’s daughter) recollects how Peirceian Salinger could get:
“[Father] very proudly showed me a set of files, where
a red dot meant ‘This is ready to go upon my death,’ a
green dot meant ‘This needs editing, but it’s okay.
It just needs some editing.’”
When Grice wrote “Personal Identity,” he was possibly not thinking of Salinger
– but this idea of ‘x’ being “ready to go” “upon [the utterer’s] death” seems
interesting. “This needs editing,” is provocative, in that it lacks the ‘tag’:
‘by whom’? Margaret Salinger seems to be implicating, “perhaps by myself?” – or
Salinger, J. D. The catcher in the rye.
Grice, Personal identity.
Hyslop, “Grice without an audience.”
Peirce, The theory of signs.