There has always been something very appealing to me, about moving to a remote house, somewhere in New England......probably Maine....that has always appealed to me.
J.D. Salinger did it.
"In 1953, Mr. Salinger, who had been living on East 57th Street in Manhattan, fled the literary world altogether and moved to a 90-acre compound on a wooded hillside in Cornish, N.H. He seemed to be fulfilling Holden’s desire to build himself “a little cabin somewhere with the dough I made and live there for the rest of my life,” away from “any goddam stupid conversation with anybody.”'
Other J.D. Salinger obituaries from around the World:
The Independent
New York Times
Here is a story written in 1999 when Mr. Salinger was still alive, which appeared in the Concord (NH) Monitor:
Concord Monitor
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