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I cannot fathom why anyone became famous, or wealthy, for writing this material… “The Catcher In The Rye” is one long, rambling, goofy, repetitive in the *extreme* diatribe…presented as an ode to Borderline Personality Disorder. It’s like page after page after page…of absolutely nothing. And at the end of it all, there is no pay off. There is no conclusion to the story. Don’t hope for one; it is not there.

Holden Caulfield gets kicked out of school (again), but he doesn’t do anything amazing with his time, except wander around for a weekend. He gets drunk, but he never really has much fun doing it. He picks up with a prostitute, but he gets no action. His creepy room mate dates his childhood friend, but nothing whatsoever comes of that either. His teacher cops a feel on him in the middle of the night, but the one he gets is really pretty silly to read about. He gets slapped around some, but never gets the stuffing knocked out of him, nor any sense knocked in. He gets sick toward the end, but he’s not suffering from anything major. And after 200 pages of terror over what his parents will think, you never actually hear what they have to say. All the reader knows is, Holden’s intelligence is upstaged by a 10 year old. Worst of all, after all of this whining & carrying on… Holden doesn’t come to any important new realizations about life, himself, or anyone else.

The realization I came to on the final page, is that just because a piece of writing is referred to as “a classic”, that does not mean it is particularly well written, or profoundly meaningful. J.D. Salinger wrote a relatively small collection of fiction, “The Catcher In The Rye” was his most “outstanding” writing, it was the hallmark of his life’s work, it became famous for some vague reason, & yet… It says nothing. I don’t know how it inspired 3 infamous stalker-killers to carry it around with them, when they went off to do their deeds… Personally, I would be embarrassed to hav
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I recently moved into a new house and had to setup various things (cable, xbox, etc). The cable company wanted to charge me $10 for an HDMI cable, but would have given me (more expensive, btw) components for free. I guess they (Time Warner Cable) just want to sucker people. I just offered to let them use HDMI since it’s easier (one cable versus several). I told the tech I had my own HDMI and to keep the component stuff, and used my XBox’s cable in the meantime.

Got it in today and switched the cable, and it looks great! No problems, and since it’s a digital signal, having big fat gold plated cables doesn’t much matter. It either works, or it doesn’t. And for the price (around $2.50 shipped) how can you beat that? I’ll definitely be getting more of these as the need arises.
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As one of those `classics of literature’, it almost seems sacrilegious to criticize a critical success like `The Catcher in the Rye’. Well, I can’t help but feel as though the novel’s garnered respect and praise is a little much when you actually consider how little the novel really says about adolescence. Sure, it tries (and at times succeeds) to convey a feeling of apathetic innocence, but its construction is rather off-putting and it’s overall anticlimactic result is less ambiguously rewarding and more strangely hollow.

`The Catcher in the Rye’ is an ambitious story that attempts to say a lot but fails to really live up to its potential.

The novel tells of two mere days in the life of the recently expelled sixteen-year-old Holden Caulfield. Not wanting to face the wrath of his parents, Holden decides to avoid home for a few days (until he’s expected back), living on his own in the city. The premise is merely a foundation for Holden’s simplistic views and reasoning’s concerning life and his future. He considers everyone around him to be fake and undeserving of his time, yet it is obvious that Holden is just as `phony’ as the rest of them. He goes on dates, gets trashed at bars, sneaks off to visit his sister, imposes (or does he) on a former teacher and even has a run in with a pimp.

Sadly, all of this is conveyed in Holden’s uninteresting and at times aggravating delivery.

I’m not trying to lighten the point which J.D. Salinger was trying to make, for it is a very poignant (maybe even more so today then when the novel was actually written) point. Our young ones are just as misplaced and confused as Holden, and so his tale of apathy masked desperation is one that we could all learn from; but Salinger loses my patience with his redundancy. Some have complained of the same thing, which I was pleased to see (it proves that some people are willing to think outside of the preordained box). Holden says the same thing on just about every page, so much so
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