- Paperback: 288 pages
- Publisher: Back Bay Books; Reissue edition (January 30, 2001)
- Language: English
- ISBN-10: 9780316769174
- ISBN-13: 978-0316769174
- ASIN: 0316769177
- Product Dimensions: 5.2 x 0.8 x 8 inches
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"In Mr. Salinger we have a fresh voice. One can actually hear it speaking, and what is has to say is uncannily true, perceptive, and compassionate."―Clifton Fadiman, Book-of-the-Month Club News
"We read The Catcher in the Rye and feel like the book understands us in deep and improbable ways."―John Green
"A contemporary master--a genius...Here was a man who used language as if it were pure energy beautifully controlled, and who knew exactly what he was doing in every silence as well as in every word."―Richard Yates, New York Times Book Review
"Salinger's work meant a lot to me when I was a young person and his writing still sings now."―Dave Eggers
About the Author
J. D. Salinger was born in New York City on January 1, 1919, and died in Cornish, New Hampshire, on January 27, 2010. His stories appeared in many magazines, most notably The New Yorker. Between 1951 and 1963 he produced four book-length works of fiction: The Catcher in the Rye; Nine Stories; Franny and Zooey; and Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour--An Introduction. The books have been embraced and celebrated throughout the world and have been credited with instilling in many a lifelong love of reading.
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It seems most people who’ve read this book dislike Holden. Some actually feel serious contempt and loathing toward him. Those people are as equally suprised and confused by our feelings, as we are by theirs.
So...what does that say about me and my daughter? Probably best we don’t think about it too much.
Compare Salinger's novel of arrested development, for instance, with a real bildungsroman, Great Expectations. Holden Caulfield is an adolescent reflecting on childhood and adolescence; Pip Pirrip is an adult reflecting on childhood and adolescence. Holden Caulfield has the tunnel vision of teendom, and he depicts events with an immediacy and absorption in the experience that blocks out the broader context, the larger view. Pip Pirrip has the wonderful double vision of a sensitive adult recollecting the sensitive child he used to be; he conveys at the same time the child's compelling perspective and the adult's thoughtful revision of events. While Holden Caulfield litters his narrative with indignant exposes of phonies and frauds, Pip Pirrip skillfully concentrates on "the spurious coin of his own make" -- that is, without letting the child Pip and the adolescent Pip in on the joke, he exposes himself as a phony. Pip Pirrip grows up. Holden Caulfield has a nervous breakdown.
I suppose the only reason I begrudge him his breakdown is that so many in our culture -- many more, unfortunately, than just the legitimate adolescents among us -- seem fixated on Holden as a symbol of honesty and socially-liberating rebellion. We view nervous collapse and dysfunction as a badge of honor, a sign -- to put it in Caulfieldian terms -- that we are discerning enough to see through all the crap. Our celebration of overwrought disaffection reminds me of the last sentence of Joyce’s Araby: “Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.” Here is the adolescent pose non-pareil. Equally self-accusing and self-aggrandizing, it captures the adolescent at the precise moment when his own disillusionment becomes the object of his grandiose and self-dramatizing vision. That’s the kind of crap that Holden Caulfield (and J. D. Salinger) cannot see through. And it is often the kind of crap that we “adults” like to slosh around in.
The Barney beating of several years ago is another symptom of our arrested adolescence, our inability to ride the wave of disillusion into the relatively calm harbor of adulthood -- as though flailing around in the storm and raging at the wind were in themselves marks of distinction and a superior sensibility. I remember a news story about a woman in a Barney costume being seriously injured when a rabid (and probably drunken) anti-Barney fanatic attacked the big purple dinosaur at some public event. Now, I don’t know the age of the Barney-beater, but the act itself is a supremely adolescent one, in which the impulsive response to disillusionment is to lash out at those symbols of childhood which made the biggest dupes of us. At the dawn of adolescence, when Barney begins to appear cloying and false, it seems natural to want to beat up on him, as though it was Barney himself who pulled one over on us instead of our own poignant and necessary misapprehension of the nature of things. I could see Holden Caulfield beating up on Barney (at least rhetorically), and I could see Holden Caulfield missing Barney (as he misses all the “phonies” at the end of the book), but I cannot see Holden Caulfield accepting the postlapsarian Barney on new terms, as a figure who is meant for children and not for him. For all his touching poses about wanting to be the “catcher in the rye,” what Holden really wants is not to save children but to be a child again.
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I don't think k it is an original penguin print, i am pretty sure the seller is selling a plagarised version of this book. My advice, definitely read this book but do NOT buy from this seller/publisher, very disappointed!
used to love this book when he was still a man. I remember well how he used to go on and on about it when we first met. There was some connection to The Beatles I’m sure, but I wasn’t really listening. Even then he bored me a little. It was the tone of his voice rather than the subject matter. He could make anything sound dull. And that only got worse as time wore on. Talk about ‘phoney’. Even when he announced that he didn’t think he was supposed to be a man, a gay one at that, that he he he was in the wrong body and all that malarkey, he could’ve been talking about the weather, so monotonous was his voice. I don’t know WHERE I’m going with all this, why I’m telling you, or why I’m buying the book. I just want to understand, though I don’t suppose I ever shall.
What irked me was the unrealness of his character. Salinger tried so hard to make him 'relatable', that he stopped seeming real at all. Every person has at least a little ability to surprise you. But Holden barely does, says or thinks anything. And the worst part is that this blandness of his character is not realistic. It's entirely artificial.
In conclusion, all I want to say is: They're all phonies!
I don't really know were I was getting with that point. "The Catcher On The Rye" however is an excellent book, I especially recommend it for someone of my age group. However a basic interest in literature is probably necessary, if your son is pissed because you got him this book instead of, "GTA 5", don't blame me. Overall I conclude that this book satirises youth sub-culture excellently, and whether it has a deeper meaning reflecting the institutes of society is a matter to the reader, in my personal opinion it does. We each will reflect upon this novel differently and that is the beauty of personality.
More like a diary rather than a novel. Just the like of a young lad who flunked school and decided not to go home...but bounce around in NY