Salinger and the Swami
J.D. Salinger, one of the most important American writers of the 20th century and the subject of an American Masters documentary, was deeply influenced by Indian philosophy and religion. But that spiritual quest, curiously, led him to not to Varanasi or some other city in India, but to Washington, D.C.
It happened in the spring of 1955. It was four years after the publication of Salinger's celebrated novel, The Catcher in the Rye, and two years after his anthology, Nine Stories, further established him as a literary sensation. As Kenneth Slawenski describes in his 2011 biography of the author, Salinger and his new bride, Claire Douglas — daughter of the respected British art critic Robert Langdon Douglas — lived an austere existence in a remote cottage in Cornish, N.H. where the couple grew their own food and drew water from an old well, when they weren't meditating, doing yoga, or reading spiritual tracts. In particular, the Salingers were enamored of Paramahansa Yogananda’s The Autobiography of a Yogi. They even wrote to the book's publisher, the Self-Realization Fellowship, and asked where they could find a spiritual teacher who could guide them in their search for enlightenment. (Paramhansa Yoganda himself wasn't available, since he died in 1952.) The fellowship recommended Swami Premandanda, who established a church in Washington, D.C., and advised Salinger to write to him, which he did. The spiritual teacher wrote back, saying that he would be willing to initiate them as "householder" devotees, as married adherents of Hinduism are called.
In March 1955, Salinger and his wife boarded a train in Windsor, Vt., near their home, and traveled south to Washington. As their daughter, Margaret Salinger details in her 2001 family memoir Dream Catcher, the couple — in keeping with swami's instructions — abstained from eating breakfast and brought offerings of fresh fruit, flowers, and money. With her husband, Claire previously visited the Ramakrishna-Vivekananda Center, located in a high-ceilinged brownstone on New York's Upper East Side, and apparently expected a temple that was similarly elegant and serene. "Her mind was filled with visions, from Paramahansa Yogananda’s lush autobiography, of saffron robes, incense, and refulgent palaces in the sky of the Indian pantheon," Margaret Salinger wrote.
Instead, the Golden Lotus Temple of the Self-Realization Fellowship, located at Western Avenue near 49th Street in NW on the edge of Bethesda, apparently struck Salinger's wife, with her upscale background, as disappointingly declasse. She later described it to her daughter as having been in a lower-middle-class suburban area, “home for porters on the trains and people who bag groceries, that atmosphere. It wasn’t my class of people.” The church itself, located in a brick house, was “storefronty, kind of like a small grocery store ... I didn't like the low ceilings of this horrid little place."