He was the most famous resident of my home state, New Hampshire, who was never, ever seen. He was our own Howard Hughes. Sightings of him were reported as if we were talking about UFO's - anyone who happened to meet him accidentally on a country road or forest path became an instant celebrity, with the entire state wanting to interview them. The man had unimaginable wealth, all from that one book - for years it was on the required reading list in every college in the county, and a lot of high schools too, and he probably sold as many copies this year as he did the first year it was printed, and yet, he lived like a bizarre hermit and hated this world. The only time he was heard from was when he was suing someone. One wonders how much more he could have contributed to literature if he wasn't so nucking futs.