Reading Salinger Again
Last week I read The Catcher In The Rye again. The last time I read it I was in high school, or maybe junior high, and I was a little titillated by all the "adult" language and the "mature" situations. Of course, nowadays, such language is as pervasive as Pizza Hut commercials when you’re dieting. Have you listened to pop radio lately? The bleeps keep you from hearing the titles and (original hooks) of songs like "Sexy Bitch" by Akon, "Tonight I’m F@%$ing You" by Enrique Iglesias, and "F#@k You" by Cee-Lo. And those are just three little ditties that I hear all the time. All. The. Time. But I digress. I guess the point is that such language and situations are less distracting these days. Holden Caufield and his doings were more interesting to me. I was able to consider his teenage angst since I was not preoccupied with my own. This time I was truly impressed by Salinger’s writing. Yeah, I was before, too, but this time it was just more. The consistency in that first-person narrative was something.
Oh, here’s something else. I was reading from a used copy that I picked up at Half-Price Books. It was obvious that Andye had bought the book for an English class. There were notes in the margins and also in the flaps and lots of things were underlined and/or highlighted. I disagreed with most of her notes or simply found them irrelevant. Still, I wonder what Andye thought of the book then, and what she’d think of it now.