The Catcher in the Rye is a story by J. D. Salinger,
partially published in serial form in 1945–1946 and as a novel in 1951.
At first
I started to read this novel in Armenian, but then fortunately I found the
novel in English. I could read it very easily and without worrying about
unfamiliar words. The very first chapters were interesting, but then I lost my
interest in the book and couldn’t go on. After founding the book in English I
started from where I had stopped. The middle chapters weren’t interesting, just
only the end was really worth to read. So what I can say about the book is just
read it. It speaks for everything, in some parts it makes you think, it makes
you analyze the heroes. When I was just starting to read it I thought it was a
modern writer who had written about modern people, but I knew it wasn’t so.
Holden was a boy in a search. You know, we all are in a search. Some of us
admit it, some of us don’t. I think there is Holden in every of us. I can’t say
he was a fool, because he wasn’t, but he wasn’t that smart.
Just read it, think, analyze every step, every word,
everything.
- And of course I had some notes from this novel.
⁃ I
am quite illiterate, but I read a lot.
⁃ All morons hate it when you
call them a moron.
⁃ I don’t
care it’s a sad good-bye or a bad good-bye, but
when I leave a place I like to know I’m leaving it. If you don’t, you feel even
worse.
⁃ Don’t ever tell anybody
anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
⁃ People always clap for the
wrong things.
⁃ People are always ruining
things for you.
⁃ When you’re feeling very depressed, you can’t even think .
⁃ The thing is, it drives me
crazy if somebody gets killed -- especially somebody very smart and
entertaining and all--and it's somebody else's fault. Romeo and Juliet, at
least it was their own fault.
⁃ When they got up to go, the
two nuns, I did something very stupid and embarrassing. I was smoking a
cigarette, and when I stood up to say good-by to them, by mistake I blew some
smoke in their face. I didn't mean to, but I did it.
⁃ The funny part is, I felt
like marrying her the minute I saw her. I’m crazy. I didn’t even like her much,
and yet all of a sudden I felt like I was in love with her and wanted to marry
her. I swear to God I’m crazy. I admit it.
⁃ If a girl looks swell when
she meets you, who gives a damn if she’s late? Nobody.
⁃ Who wants flowers when you’re dead? Nobody.
⁃ It’s
funny. All you have to do is say something nobody understands and they’ll do practically anything you want them to.
⁃
That because somebody’s dead, you don’t just stop
liking them, for God’s sake — especially if they were about a thousand times
nicer than the people you know that are alive.
/ Lusine Aleksanyan /
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