“I felt so damn happy all of a sudden, the way old Phoebe kept going around and around. I was damn near bawling, I felt so damn happy, if you want to know the truth. I don’t know why. It was just that she looked so damn nice, the way she kept going around and around, in her blue coat and all. God, I wish you could’ve been there.”
—Holden Caulfield, Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
Finished rereading “the Catcher in the Rye.” I had to fly through it because the book is so depressing. This aspect is what really brings Catcher down from the rest of Salinger’s work. I mean, it is Salinger, though. He was a literary genius, the man wrote like I breathe. It’s so natural and effortless, Catcher and the rest of his work says so much by walking through simple situations, and conversations. The book just gnaws at your subconscious. (the protagonist) Holden is such a hateful guy, and that is Catcher’s biggest drawback, to me. I cannot relate to such a cynical character. I do not understand why so many people are obsessed with Catcher (although the people that are obsessed with it are typically just as dissatisfied as Holden) when the rest of Salinger’s work (Nine Stories / Franny + Zooey, especially) are utter masterpieces.
I don’t know, I’m just a goddam madman sometimes.