On the surface,
there is very little that could merit the novel the renowned status it
has. The narrative is disjointed and
structured around an amalgamation of Holden’s past memories and current
thoughts and feelings all covering a three day period. The style is convincing: told from the point
of view of a teenager and this translates well with a colloquial and informal
tinge to the writing - albeit the slang comes across a little dated in
2013. But half-way through Holden’s
hipster-style life story the reader begins to wonder where the novel is taking
us. Ok Holden, so you’re miserable and you’ve had a hard time – but why do I
need to know arbitrary things about your life? The problem for the reader is that we never
find out why Salinger wrote the story of Holden Caulfield. We’re left waiting for the climax that never
happens or the explanation that never comes.
Perhaps if you’re
a fan of The catcher in the Rye (and there
are many) then you’ll probably
rebuttal with the importance of the novel’s subtext: what it tries to say
rather than how it actually says it.
Appraisal for the novel might suggest the ideas (or “theme”) behind the
narrative is what makes it a triumph. I
found the message ambiguous, but ultimately I would argue that it’s the
isolation and disillusionment of the pre-adult phase. This is not a book for adults; and it is
certainly not a children’s book. It’s
for the adolescents wavering between youth and the undesirable heights of
adulthood. It’s the long road from
innocence to cynicism.
The
success of the novel is arguably undeserved, but it’s not difficult to see
where it comes from. The Catcher in the Rye does achieve
something unique: universal reliability.
Regardless of your background this is a novel that you can empathise
with – especially if you read it as a young person. We’re not all American, white, middle class;
but everyone’s been Holden Caulfield at some point. Growing up, maturing, finding a mould to fit
into - we can all feel lost and irresolute. Where everything seems vain and we’re left
scrutinising the horizon but beheld only to a bleak, frightening outlook. As Holden repeatedly points out: everything
is “lousy”, and everyone is “phoney”.
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