Holden Caulfield, knowing he is to be expelled from school, decides to leave early. He spends three days in New York City and tells the story of what he did and suffered there.
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3 stars
Read this due to its historical impact in the formation of YA literature. I enjoyed it, felt it accurately depicts the angst of adolescence and I likely would have related to it if I had read it as a kid. It was very dated though, one thing I highly disliked and got caught off guard was <spoiler>just how casually homophobic the book is and how that at times plays into the plot. How far we've come, huh!</spoiler>
Another book that you see something different each time. I read this as a youth and adopted some of the character's contempt for fitting in and then in the 90s, when I went on a literary beatnik immersion, I understood the humanizing aspects, how Holden just wants to protect his sister and the other children, how his angst springs from genuine concern rather than a willful nature alone.
This time I admired the writing, especially the voice: all the quite this and quite that, interspersed with goddam this and goodam that. When he scrubs obscenities from the wall of the elementary school and museum, the irony is breathtaking.
I love this book. I love its crudity and the visceral impact of the words. It's not beautiful prose, not at all. Like the protagonist the prose itself has contempt for society's approval. Beneath it all, though, is a heartfelt message about …
Another book that you see something different each time. I read this as a youth and adopted some of the character's contempt for fitting in and then in the 90s, when I went on a literary beatnik immersion, I understood the humanizing aspects, how Holden just wants to protect his sister and the other children, how his angst springs from genuine concern rather than a willful nature alone.
This time I admired the writing, especially the voice: all the quite this and quite that, interspersed with goddam this and goodam that. When he scrubs obscenities from the wall of the elementary school and museum, the irony is breathtaking.
I love this book. I love its crudity and the visceral impact of the words. It's not beautiful prose, not at all. Like the protagonist the prose itself has contempt for society's approval. Beneath it all, though, is a heartfelt message about what modern society is doing to all of us. That hasn't really changed. It's just that now the Internet is our subway walls.
I'm going to finish by quoting some of the protagonist's inner thoughts towards the end. I don't really think this is a spoil, but I'll mark it so, just in case you do:
I think, even, if I ever die, and they stick me in a cemetery, and I have a tombstone and all, it’ll say “Holden Caulfield” on it, and then what year I was born and what year I died, and then right under that it’ll say “Fuck you.” I’m positive, in fact.
