Now there is a new account, wholly at odds with this portrait. What emerges from these letters is a man who, far from having a distrust of the world, went out into it. He enjoyed coach trips to Nantucket, Niagara Falls and the Grand Canyon and enjoyed, too, chatting to his fellow passengers. This Salinger goes to restaurants, concerts, galleries,the theatre. He describes flying to London in hopes of seeing Chekhov plays or something by Alan Ayckbourn and visiting Covent Garden because his wife Colleen had a liking for My Fair Lady. He goes to the zoo.