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I've taken the subway and had prolonged conversations on the street with prostitutes n Sometimes truth isn't just stranger than fiction, it's also more interesting and better plotted. I've taken the subway and had prolonged conversations on the street with prostitutes not concerning business matters , and I can attest that Salinger's depiction is often accurate to what it feels like to go through an average, unremarkable day.
However, reading about an average day is no more interesting than living one. Beyond that, Salinger doesn't have the imagination to paint people as strangely as they really are. Chekhov's 'normal' little people seem more real and alive than Salinger's because Chekhov injects a little oddness, a little madness into each one.
Real people are almost never quite as boring as modernist depictions, because everyone has at least some ability to surprise you. Salinger's world is desaturated.
Emotions and moments seep into one another, indistinct as the memories of a drunken party. Little importance is granted to events or thoughts, but simply pass by, each duly tallied by an author in the role of court reporter.
What is interesting about this book is not that it is realistically bland, but that it is artificially bland. Yet, as ridiculous a concept as that is, it still takes itself entirely in earnest, never acknowledging the humor of its own blase hyperbole.
This allows the book to draw legions of fans from all of the ridiculously dull people who take themselves as seriously as Holden takes himself. They read it not as a parody of bland egotism but a celebration, poised to inspire all the bland egotists who have resulted from the New Egalitarianism in Art, Poetry, Music, and Academia.
Those same folks who treat rationality and intellectual fervor like a fashion to be followed, imagining that the only thing required to be brilliant is to mimic the appearance and mannerisms of the brilliant; as if black berets were the cause of poetic inspiration and not merely a symptom. One benefit of this is that one can generally sniff out pompous faux intellectuals by the sign that they hold up Holden as a sort of messianic figure. Anyone who marks out Holden as a role-model is either a deluded teen with an inflated sense of entitlement, or is trying to relive the days when they were.
But what is more interesting is that those who idolize Holden tend to be those who most misunderstand him. Upon close inspection, he's not depressive , not consumed with ennui or an existential crisis, he's actually suffering from 'Shell Shock'--now known as 'Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder'.
The way he thinks about his brother's and classmate's deaths--going over the details again and again in his mind, but with no emotional connection--it's not symptomatic of depression, but of psychological trauma.
He is stuck in a cycle, unable to process events, going over them again and again, but never able to return to normalcy. It takes a certain kind of self-centered prick to look at someone's inability to cope with the reality of death and think "Hey, that's just like my mild depression over how my parents won't download me a newer ipod! As recently as The Road we have American authors comparing a difficult father-son relationship to the pain and turmoil of an African civil war survivor--and winning awards for displaying their insensitive arrogance.
Perhaps it's time we woke up and realized that the well-fed despondence of the white man should not be equated with a lifetime of death, starvation, war, and traumas both physical and emotional.
And as for Salinger--a real sufferer of Post-Traumatic Stress who was one of the first soldiers to see a concentration camp, who described how you can never forget the smell of burning flesh--I can only imagine how he felt when people read his story of a man, crippled by the thought of death, and thought to themselves "Yes, that's just what it's like to be a trustafarian with uncool parents".
No wonder he became a recluse and stopped publishing. View all 60 comments. Oct 01, Haleema rated it did not like it Shelves: Well, this was a pain to get through.
First of all, this is a shitty way to start a novel no matter how you want to introduce your main character. If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. That is easily one of the saddest, most p Well, this was a pain to get through.
That is easily one of the saddest, most pathetic introductions to a book. As I started this book, I wondered This is what the rest of the book looked like: He never got mad at anybody. People with red hair are supposed to get mad very easily, but Allie never did, and he had very red hair.
I'll tell you what kind of red hair he had. Also, Holden thinks everyone besides him is a phony and a moron. And he makes it very clear because he mentions it, like, every two pages.
I read some of the comments regarding how I didn't understand this book because I didn't relate to it. That may be true. Very, very true. Regardless, I still think to this day that this book is a drag and has an unlikable main character and a dry, boring writing style.
Perhaps I will read it again when I am older and maybe I'll enjoy it.
View all 57 comments. May 08, Big Red rated it it was amazing. It was his first novel. It became very popular among young adolescents yet not so popular with older generations. I personally thoroughly enjoyed every part of this book. I felt very close to Holden Caulfield, the main character in the story, as I read it. Holden Caulfield, a sixteen year old boy from New York, was quite unlike kids his age.
He had no interest in being popular or social. From the very beginning he lets us into J. From the very beginning he lets us into part of his personal life.
His parents are very touchy and his mother is especially protective. He tends to lean away from the fake in the world and is a teller of what is real. Holden is not a fan of the movies at all. He saw his brother, D. One specific time in Chapter 8 he is talking to a cab driver who is acting like a real fool. Terrific personality. Like Holden, Salinger was known for his reclusive nature.
Uninterested with the fakeness of the world, Holden keeps his distance from phony people.
Salinger said his mother was over protective. He often talks about her with very high regards. Holden is not a character who tried to sugarcoat the way he sees the fakeness around him. I think that is another one of the reasons I like his character so much. For example, he is quite upset with the fact that his brother D. Holden even says that his brother is his favorite author. Salinger himself is a man who wrote for his own pleasure and likeness. Though he found her extremely irritating he thought she was very attractive as well.
Despite Holden being a sixteen year old teenage boy he acts much older than his age. One time in the story he has the chance to be with a prostitute but instead of acting like a pig, he starts to feel sorry for her and instead tried to have a conversation with her.
He even offers to pay her for good conversation instead of for sex. But the reason I find his character mature and intellectual is for other reasons. Holden does not hold money or material things to be really important. He is more excited to hang out with his kid sister than he is any other time in the entire book. He is content with something that would probably be boring to other guys his age.
Like many teenagers, Holden is often depressed. The way he deals with it most times actually breaks my heart in a way. He likes to talk to his deceased kid brother, Allie. He will take a real event that he can remember where he was talking with him and pretend he is talking to him again. I do that sometimes when I get very depressed.
He is not a jock. He is not a math whiz or a science whiz. He is not really interested in sports. He is on his own a lot and loves it at first, but happiness and love are meant to be shared with others.
It has a much less meaning when by itself and he realizes it by the end of the novel. He is growing intellectually little by little throughout the whole book. He realizes what really makes him happy. I would absolutely recommend this book to anyone and everyone who would like to read a story that could possibly change the way they view the world. I have honestly laughed outloud to myself as I read this story. Yes, there is talk about drinking, sex, and lots of cussing, but if you are going to avoid reading this story because of that then your missing out on a beautiful masterpiece.
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A classic novel originally published for adults, it has since become popular with adolescent readers for its themes of teenage angst and alienation. It has been translated into almost all of the world's major languages. The novel's protagonist Holden Caulfield has become an icon for teenage rebellion.
The novel also deals with complex issues of innocence, identity, belonging, loss, and connection. View all 11 comments. Aug 16, Ahmad Sharabiani rated it it was amazing Shelves: Holden Caulfield, a teenager from New York City, is living in an unspecified institution in southern California near Hollywood in Story of Holden Caulfield with his idiosyncrasies, penetrating insight, confusion, sensitivity and negativism.
Through circumstances that tend View all 18 comments. Salinger The Catcher in the Rye is a story by J. Salinger, first published in serial form in and as a novel in View all 3 comments. View all 28 comments. Jul 19, Dan Porter rated it did not like it Shelves: Reading this book was one of the biggest wastes of my time in the past twenty years. Holden Caulfield's problem is that he is the biggest phony he knows. Count the number of times he lies or behaves like someone he's not and then try to convince me otherwise.
This is not a book about teenage alienation. It's about a smart-ass who can't deal with who he really is and spends almost pages ranting about it - most likely to a doctor in a psych ward. View all 31 comments. Nov 17, Henry Avila rated it really liked it. Holden Caulfield is a mixed- up cynical teenager, getting kicked out of another prestigious school, Pencey Prep, in Pennsylvania, the irony is that this obviously intelligent, privileged, 16 year- old, is somehow flunking out, why?
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He doesn't care about anything, especially education, bored and feeling neglected by his wealthy, New York City family. At least Caulfield passed English class, he's always reading, his big problem, he's so unmotivated, nothing seems important to this kid set in Holden Caulfield is a mixed- up cynical teenager, getting kicked out of another prestigious school, Pencey Prep, in Pennsylvania, the irony is that this obviously intelligent, privileged, 16 year- old, is somehow flunking out, why?
At least Caulfield passed English class, he's always reading, his big problem, he's so unmotivated, nothing seems important to this kid set in Holden has no real friends in school, or liking anyone there, and the sentiment is very mutual, everything is "phony", his favorite word, which he speaks and thinks constantly.
When Holden's younger brother Allie, died three years ago, it marked him forever, afterwards, the boy was changed and stops believing. Getting into a fight with a much stronger opponent, his roommate Stradlater, and losing naturally no surprise to Holden, punishment he craved just before sneaking out of Pencey, an institution he hates, with a fervent passion.
Taking the train to New York City, his hometown, but Holden doesn't go back to his uncaring family, his father, a well- to- do lawyer, too busy for Holden, nervous mother, she wants quiet, please, older brother D. Checking into the Edmont Hotel in the "Big Apple", a rather shabby, rundown place, I wouldn't recommend staying there and then the elevator operator the sleazy Maurice , gets him a prostitute, Sunny, she's Holden's age and he kind of feels sorry for her.
Gives the lady of the night, five dollars just for talking, sends her away, good deeds are always rewarded, Maurice, comes back with Sunny for more money, a dispute arises, but they leave with an extra five, and a sock in the stomach of the poorer, but wiser Holden.
Chain smoking with gusto and delight, drinking in bars, dives like a man, where people aren't too concerned about a customer's age just the color of his dough, going to a Broadway play with a very accommodating girlfriend, attending the loathsome movies and seeing all those phonies, the actors, fighting with unsmiling cab drivers , the kid is having a good time, living like a grown-up, as long as the cash lasts.
But what will he do, runaway or go back and face the music The bible for disgruntled teenagers, and a must read for every new generation View all 29 comments. Jun 19, Melanie rated it really liked it Shelves: As a child, we are protected from life.
As you enter adulthood you could start to see things and people as phony or fake. Maybe not people, As a child, we are protected from life. Maybe not people, but certain tasks or events certainly are. There is a conflict, simply of time and energy.
We desire the intentional and struggle towards spirituality; all while trying to earn a paycheck, wash our dishes, and sleep each night. It kind of reminds me of what I picture an AA meeting to look like.
I think, rarely could someone find a place where people are more vulnerable, open, and honest with each other. Even if they win over addiction… how could life ever feel as full after that brief moment shared with others who completely understand? At the same time, the point of those meetings is to help people live- not just free from drugs, but maybe free to live in the mundane? Free to enjoy the dance of life, the needs of the soul balanced with the chores too. Catcher in the rye touches on some of these questions.
Holden struggles with growing up.
He sees everything as meaningless and adults as predictable and fake. I think he is mourning the loss of his innocence… maybe not just right from wrong, but the loss of dreams growing up seems to require. Holden, while at the museum that is exactly the same as it was when he was a kid says he likes it, because each time you visit "the only thing that would be different would be you…" and goes on to say "certain things they should stay the way they are.
You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone. When I was a kid, I used to smell my dad's coffee- that strong sugary-sweet smell of roasted beans. You wait for your chance to be let in on this excellent secret. Thinking it is just the caffeine that is preventing your parents from giving you a taste.
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Finally, they do and then all your dreams of that sweet flavor come crashing down! It's wrecked! Coffee isn't at all what you thought it was! That is, until the day you give it another chance, you start to be able to smell and taste the different tones coffee has.
You can appreciate it for its varied, and almost living flavors. You see… Coffee isn't bad- it just wasn't what you always thought. The key is in finding the hidden flavors and getting over the fact that it will never taste as sweet as it smells. I think Holden struggled with the initial shock, that although life is more bitter than it "smells", or than you think it will be, there are the hidden joys and sweet flavors that make it almost better!
Holden experiences the extremes of entering into adulthood and relates it in a way everyone, maybe especially, teenagers can understand.
He is a flawed character who is desperate and depressed. As the reader, you can see why he feels the way he does, as he explains it so well you almost feel it with him. However, you can also see the flaws in his thinking.
The author doesn't romanticize Holden's life, you don't read it thinking he has some special key to life that we all need. You simply feel his struggle to fit in and hope eventually he can learn to play the game and see the beauty that is there, hidden a little. View all 13 comments.
Sep 29, Lyn rated it really liked it. What can I say? As I write this review, there are almost 2 million ratings on Goodreads and over 36, reviews. I wish now that I read this sooner. I did not love this book. I was getting apprehensive, was I going to be one What can I say?
What did he read that led him to the act? Or was his declaration a pretense for something else? Why is Holden so cynical and at the same time respectful and thoughtful of others? With a revulsion of even touching the words written on a wall? Is Holden gay? Ultimately I am left with more questions than answers. This is a book I want to think about. View all 21 comments. Jan 05, David rated it it was amazing Shelves: So it's like this. My not-just-GR-friend-but-very-real-friend brian called and told me that J.
Salinger had died maybe about a half hour ago as I begin this 'review'. This sounds immensely absurd, pathetically sentimental, and embarrassing to admit, but I'm glad I heard it from him and not from some animatronic talking head with chin implants and immobile hair on the nightly news or from an obnoxiously matter-of-fact internet blurb, commenting like a machine on how Holden Caulfield has Okay.
This sounds immensely absurd, pathetically sentimental, and embarrassing to admit, but I'm glad I heard it from him and not from some animatronic talking head with chin implants and immobile hair on the nightly news or from an obnoxiously matter-of-fact internet blurb, commenting like a machine on how Holden Caulfield has lately become less relevant to Generation Y or Z or AA or whatever stupid generation we're up to now.
At first when brian told me, I thought, 'Oh, well He was old. He was probably batshit crazy anyway. It was his time to check out, I guess. What difference does it make? He's been dead to the world since the mids. Before I was even born. A strong case could be made that he truly died in spirit when he started stalking Elaine Joyce on the set of s sitcom Mr.
And yet I still clung to this still technically living legend as if he were some kind of talisman I could wear around my neck, a good luck charm to ward off phonies and all manner of soulless dreck who populate this despicable world, writing 'fuck' on grammar school walls and metaphorical equivalents. After returning for a few minutes to my soul-deadening job, which -- when you really get right down to it -- is just another way of killing time until I join Salinger in oblivion, I started getting all funny-feeling about it.
At the risk of sounding like an adult contemporary power ballad written by Jim Steinman, with synthesized violins in the background, I began to feel as if my adolescence had finally come to an end.
I guess it's about time. So of course. I love all of Salinger's writing, but his value in my life has far surpassed that of a 'mere' literary pastime. He has kept me company for many years when I felt left behind by the exigencies of time and the claims of 'maturity. With graying hair. And deepening crow's feet.
What idiots! Lots and lots of people feel a special connection to Salinger's writing -- for just the reasons I described -- and lots and lots of people hate his writing because they find it grating and immature Catcher in the Rye or pretentious and ponderous the Glass family stories. But I felt compelled to commemorate today in some way -- however trite and superfluous -- because I sense again and again with the relatively recent deaths of some of my heroes, like Ingmar Bergman and Jacques Derrida, for instance that I am entering a world that is no longer safeguarded by the great men and women of the elder generation; I am entering a world in which I am now the elder Yes, this still frightens me, but I'll always have Salinger's very particular and empathetic world to which to retreat when I have sacrificed too much of myself to a real world I'll never completely understand or feel at home in.
View all 56 comments. View all 7 comments. Sep 27, Paul Bryant rated it did not like it Shelves: A spell in the army would do that young man a power of good! Or maybe a couple of bags of heroin.
Anything to stop that whining voice Nov 28, Lola rated it liked it Shelves: He ''remained at the scene reading J. Salinger's novel The Catcher in the Rye until the police arrived and arrested him. Chapman repeatedly said that the novel was his statement. Not until our English teacher introduced us the book and I had to make some research on it, that is. I learned curious facts about the novel and author had to Did you know that Mark David Chapman , who killed John Lennon , held this book, The Catcher in the Rye , while he was arrested?
I learned curious facts about the novel and author had to watch a documentary on his life before starting the read, and I cannot tell you how excited I was to start it. See, to tell you the truth, I am in this P.
While dancing with some girl. She was really good. All you had to do was touch her. And when she turned around, her pretty little butt twitched so nice and all.
She knocked me out. I mean it. I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can. View all 50 comments. Un diecistelle, magnifico, stupendo, meraviglioso, grandioso, sublime, incredibile, eccellente, sorprendente, incantevole, mirabolante, indicibile, strabiliante, indescrivibile, prodigioso, sbalorditivo, ineffabile, portentoso, stupefacente, eccezionale, magico… Ma non splendido.
Non solo per quelli che identificano la condizione umana nella solitudine. Non solo per quelli che Holden Caulfield sono io. Non solo per quelli che scelgono sempre il momento migliore per inciampare in una stupida valigia.
Non solo per quelli che non riescono a trovare niente praticamente in niente e sono conciati da far schifo. Non solo per quelli che finiscono per odiare il genere umano, giuro. Non solo per quelli che non si amano e non si ammirano.
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Non solo per quelli che come la vecchia Phoebe ascoltano sempre quando dici una cosa. Non solo per quelli che secondo me uno bisogna lasciarlo in pace se almeno dice cose interessanti e si entusiasma per qualcosa.
Non solo per quelli che dio come odio quando mi gridano buona fortuna mentre me ne vado da un posto. Non solo per quelli che pensano di saperlo ma alla fine che ne sanno. PS Mi sa che mi manca pure quello scemo di Maurice. Jun 25, Lisa rated it it was amazing Shelves: Holden is the teenage mind in all its confusion, rebellion and irrationality, and in all its undefined hope for individual heroism. If you work with teenagers, you eventually always end up asking yourself: It's not even helpful, realistic, smart, beneficial Using Holden is the teenage mind in all its confusion, rebellion and irrationality, and in all its undefined hope for individual heroism.
Using swearwords, trying different ways to tune out reality, not doing what one is supposed to do, those are all different methods of practicing the BIG SCARE. Growing up. Facing responsibility. Soon, soon, soon And the weight is heavy on the young shoulders.
Roaming the streets relaxes nerves. But still. There is an element of idealism in most teenagers' hearts. They don't usually want to fall into the traps of conventional evil. They want to change the world, make a difference. They are just struggling to come up with ideas how to do that, as their experience is limited.
And they can't put their ideas into a wider context either. So being a catcher in the rye may make sense. It isn't necessarily the teenager's fault if nobody turns up where they wait to save lives, right?
Teenage intentions are more often than not good. The results vary though. And their verbal skills are developing in conjunction with their minds as well: You'll learn from them—if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you.
It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry. Luckily, some of them remember later and share, - for us teachers to enjoy when we think it is impossible to understand the monsters that all of a sudden show up at the end of Grade 7, replacing lovely and enthusiastic children over night!
I hope some of my students use the long summer to enter the beautiful arrangement Holden suggests and read this classic. Hope's that thing with feathers View all 25 comments.
View all 15 comments. So what do I think about the madman exploits of old Holden Caufield, perhaps one of the most acclaimed protagonists in all of American literature? No terribly much, as a matter of fact: That guy, he really cracks me up. I never really understood why this book is so universally adored; sure, Holden is a slacker, the type of clown that every distraught kid envisions themselves to be, some gem in the rough with all the talent, but lacking the ambition to make a notable mark on the world which holds them back.
But you grow up, if only to acknowledge you have no talents and still have no ambition, and instead of grabbing for that golden ring, you waste your time writing shitty reviews on shitty books here on goodreads on a ball-dampeningly warm Sunday afternoon.
Of course, when you realize Tucker Max probably felt the same way you immediately bathe in bromine and shave what remains of your flesh completely bald to scour the scourge as thoroughly as humanly possible. Perhaps it may be slightly more promising to delude yourself than resigning your life to the contemplation of just how lame you actually are. All this weirdness coming from an awkward geek with a fondness for children ought to be enough to sway any who remain unconvinced thus far.
Ok, last clue Caulfield is a deviant: I will give Salinger's opus two stars, however, simply for the entertainment of laughing at it. Holden Caulfield is a character many, many people hate. And trust me, I get it. He's a posturing hypocrite. He's a dick. I wanted to hit him in the face for at least a hundred pages.
We know this. But he's a character that, for some strange reason, resonates with thousands of people. Well, simply put, it's because he's written like this on purpose.
But I think that doesn't quite get to the heart of it. Holden is a fifteen-year-old kid on the verge of an emotional breakdown. He's an asshole. He's a liar. He's a hypocrite. And he's also See, as a preteen, I struggled with severe emotional issues.
I had depression and anxiety, although I didn't know it yet. I was going through major emotional issues with my parents, ones far worse than teen angst. I was on the lowest rung of the social pole at school. And God, I was an asshole. I was whiny and I was a hypocrite. I knew it, too, and I cried myself to sleep thinking about it.
In the daylight, I told myself everyone else was terrible and that's why my world was falling apart. I was just as hypocritical and torn up inside as Holden is. Holden is an asshole, granted. But he is an asshole that it's hard not to relate to. So all this is to say that I completely understand why so many hated this book. But it resonates with me, and with so many people I know, for the exact reason that it will be polarizing. This is the kind of book that's going to be incredibly divisive.
This is the kind of book that should maybe be taught by a teacher who loves it thanks, 9th grade English teacher who hated me. And this is the kind of book that sticks in my head, a year after I first read it. I really do recommend this, even knowing at least half its readership will despise it. It's truly worth the read. That digression business got on my nerves. The trouble with me is, I like it when somebody digresses. One of those little English jobs that can do around two hundred miles an hour.
It cost him damn near four thousand bucks. He used to be just a regular writer, when he was home. He wrote thizs terrific book of short stories, The Secret Goldfish, in case you never heard of him. It killed me. Where I want to start is the day I left Pencey Prep. You probably heard of it. They advertise in about a thousand magazines, always showing some hot-shot guy on a horse jumping over a fence. Like as if all you ever did at Pencey was play polo all the time.
I never even once saw a horse anywhere near the place. Strictly for the birds. Maybe two guys. If that many. And they probably came to Pencey that way. Anyway, it was the Saturday of the football game with Saxon Hall. The game with Saxon Hall was supposed to be a very big deal around Pencey. You could see the whole field from there, and you could see the two teams bashing each other all over the place. There were never many girls at all at the football games.
Only seniors were allowed to bring girls with them. It was a terrible school, no matter how you looked at it. She was a pretty nice girl, though, I sat next to her once in the bus from Agerstown and we sort of struck up a conversation.
I liked her. She had a big nose and her nails were all all bitten down and bleedy-looking and she had on those damn falsies that point all over the place, but you felt sort of sorry for her. She probably knew what a phony slob h e was. I was the goddam manager of the fencing team.
Very big deal. I left all the foils and equipment and stuff on the goddam subway. So we got back to Pencey around two-thirty instead of around dinnertime. The whole team ostracized me the whole way back on the train. It was pretty funny, in a way. He wrote me this note saying he wanted to see me before I went home. I forgot to tell you about that. They kicked me out. So I got the ax. They give guys the ax quite frequently at Pencey.
It has a very good academic rating, Pencey.Would you like us to take another look at this review? What the hell ya think we did all night-play checkers, for Chrissake? It's really ironical, because I'm six foot two and a half and I have gray hair. If I get a chance to remember that kind of stuff, I can get a good-by when I need one-at least, most of the time I can. Non solo per quelli che come la vecchia Phoebe ascoltano sempre quando dici una cosa.
I don't give a damn, except that I get bored sometimes when people tell me to act my age. I don't much like to see old guys in their pajamas and bathrobes anyway. I guess I am. Thurmer some weeks ago.