Wow, I am excited - The New Yorker has entered the digital age big-time. It now has digital archives of the entire magazine, online, accessible to its print subscribers. Which means I get to read the only thing by J. D. Salinger (that I know of) that I haven't read yet, the story "Hapworth 16, 1924" printed in the June 19, 1965 edition.
I was prompted by the way, by this article in today's NYTimes Still Paging Mr. Salinger.
Here's Hapworth, for subscribers
