It’s the mid-90s: idealistic twenty-something Joanna impulsively quits graduate school and arrives in New York to pursue her dream of becoming a published poet. She manages to get her foot in the door, landing a coveted role as assistant to Margaret, a brusque and old-fashioned literary agent. Joanna’s life soon fluctuates between poverty and glamour – her days spent in plush, strangely anachronistic wood-panelled offices where dictaphones and typewriters still reign and agents doze after three-martini lunches – and her nights in the sinkless Brooklyn apartment shared with her socialist boyfriend.
The agency’s most famous client is the notoriously reclusive writer J.D. Salinger, and Joanna’s principal responsibility is to process the voluminous fan mail that arrives for him daily from readers around the world. Her strict instructions are to reply with one of the office’s impersonal, pre-formulated responses, and destroy the letters, but she cannot help feeling deeply affected by some of the more heartfelt correspondence, and secretly starts answering them personally. As Joanna begins to discover her own voice, she puts everything else at risk.
Keenly observed and wryly funny, with whip-smart performances from its two indelible leads, MY SALINGER YEAR is a memorable and compassionate depiction of a pre-digital world on the cusp of disappearance, the value of mentorship, and the lasting impact of self-expression in all its forms.