“ Well, Mr Hemingway...”
“ Call me Ernest, Jerome.”
“ Well, Ernest, I think it is a story that should stand alone. It has no place within the other books. Although it is a good allegory for man's endeavours in this troubled world, I feel you should write it as a straightforward story, pure and simple.”
There was a long silence. Salinger knew he'd overstepped the mark. Christ he'd only just met the man and here he was giving one of America's greatest novelists advice. The champagne turned to poison in his mouth.