Archive for February 12th, 2010

12th February
written by Steph

[Apologies for the lack of updates this week - I've been RIDICULOUSLY SICK, and today was the first day since Tuesday that I haven't had an insane fever!] For the past few years I’ve been meaning to re-read The Catcher in the Rye, but never seemed to make the time to do so.  Then J.D. Salinger passed away on January 27, and I finally got the push I’d been needing.  Notorious for being a recluse who hated journalists and publicity of any kind, I figured re-reading the misadventures of misanthropic Holden Caulfield would be an appropriate tribute.  It may still have been more attention than Salinger himself would have liked, given that he never stopped writing but simply stopped publishing, but I still wanted to give the man his due. I can’t remember exactly when I first encountered The Catcher in the Rye, but I do know I was likely far too young to have been reading it; I’m sure I was around 9 or 10… what were my parents thinking?!?  I remember borrowing it from the library and being utterly enthralled by it. I don’t think I was a particularly angsty pre-teen, but I remember hungrily devouring Holden’s narrative and reverently cherishing the novel.  Evidently I loved it enough that my parents gave me a beautiful hard-bound copy for Christmas in 1995  - when I was 12 years old.  That’s the copy that I still read from today, and is the copy I’m sure I read from in Grade 11 English when we studied the novel.  At the age of 15, I think I was better placed to see myself reflected in Holden’s narrative, specifically his vitriolic rage against the phonies and the morons who pester him wherever he goes.  Again, I don’t think I was an especially angry teenager, but… I was still a teenager. Just so you understand my love affair with this book, I admit that as pretentious and uninspiring as it may seem now, in my final year of highschool the quote underneath my graduation photo in the yearbook was the following: