Catcher In The Rye– The achievement in Holden Caulfield
He also does not provide a crap. He is every teenager captured in between the crapy little games of high school (“you’re expected to eliminate yourself if the football group loses or something”) and the worry of the adult years (“going to get a workplace task and make a lot of cash like the remainder of the phonies”). The achievement in Holden Caulfield is that what he has to state is much better than a million Celestine Prophecies or anything said by Jonathan Livingston Seagull (save for the squawks after you shoot him) or Jesus (save for the apocryphal “hi Peter I can see your house from here”).
Holden Caulfield says that life draws, everybody is a fake, and you’ll be inevitably dissatisfied by everybody that you hold in wonder. If you think that this sounds horrible, ask yourself one question. When was the last time you found any happiness in enjoying Barney or the Care Bears? It isn’t just what he states however the method he says it. He goes through life making dead-on observations that entirely shoot the kneecaps out from under the terminally self-righteous. When an effective mortician informs the school to follow his example and pray when things go bad, it is Holden Caulfield who explains that the man is praying for more individuals to pass away.
He’s depressed by nuns and annoyed by shallow girlfriends, while in love with his platonic buddy. A lot more interesting is the reality that Caulfield’s basic pissed off mindset and his hormonal agents are inextricably connected. He almost wishes to kill his roommate, Stradlatter, due to the fact that Stradlatter might have screwed a girl he desires. He guiltily confesses to constructing with phonies, and in a significant confession he confesses to being a virgin. He gets the crap beat out of him by an unhappy pimp after choosing that he doesn’t desire a to have ex with a prostitute for the silliest of reasons. he just discovered it disconcerting to see her take her clothes off without fanfare.
The reality that his little sibling has actually simply passed away and that he’s being kicked out of yet another school takes 2nd location to the entire sex concern. Simply put, Holden Caulfield is a man; stereotype away. What is likewise fascinating is how carefully Caulfield records the attitude and culture of adolescence. There is the caste system in which Caulfield hates and wants to be his roomie Stradlatter. On the other hand zit-encrusted Ackley, whom he perhaps needs to feel compassion for, is an irritating man that Holden can’t wait to leave his room.
He’s supportive to the principle’s daughter, stating that it’s not her fault what type of a bastard her old man is, and without missing a beat remarks on the truth that she pads her bra. Cruelty and aggravation are mixed, but the funny level enables you to make fun of your own uncomfortable memories. Given, like many of his fans, Holden Caulfield ends up being nuts or at least living in an outrageous asylum. (Sorry, if you think that those stupid surprise endings are the very best reason to check out Salinger. Yet, in Caulfield’s insanity, there is a transcendent style.
By being the pissed off, nasty, negative outrageous bastard; Holden Caulfield suggests that it is okay to be a crap. Your criticisms of the world are not invalid and absolutely nothing you state or believe is so bad that you require to repress it. Ironically, this is not just something that is important to survival (especially if you are a teen and desperately trying to preserve your lily-white self image) but is likewise the secret to eventually becoming a decent caring human being. Keep your prophets, preachers and shamans. I’ll take Holden Caulfield over them any day.