Catcher in the Rye

"Catcher in the Rye blah-blah-blah, yack-yack-yack, mer-mer-mer..." ~ Everybody

I tried to read Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger three times before finally finishing it.  I muddled my way through it not long ago, and I have to tell you—I was unimpressed.  As a matter of fact, it Sucked Mightily!

It seems like everything I read or watch references this book, so I thought, “OK, there must be something to it.”  Mentioning it to a few cadets, I got lots of, “very deep” and “great book” and “one of my favorites.”

So…I dug into it the third time with renewed determination, convinced I’d find something of value.

Nope!

I found nothing wise, nothing redeeming, no paths to follow, no wisdom.  I read intently what Mr. Antonelli had to say to the lad, hoping for a little something…which is what I got…a VERY little “something.”

Then I think, "maybe there will be some kind of conclusion to make this “muddling” worth the struggle," and all I get is, “Don’t ever tell anybody anything.  If you do, you’ll start missing everybody.”  Whoa! How Deep!  It was as if JD just got tired of writing, scratched his chin, and asked himself, “now how do I end this waste of paper?”

The whole time I read, “I kept picturing myself catching…” Holden (or JD Salinger), “…and how I’d smash his head on the stone steps till he was good and goddam dead and bloody. But I knew, too, I wouldn’t have the guts to do it.  I knew that.  That made me even more depressed.”