I’ve been wanting to read this book since I’ve heard about it because I was told that it is one of the best fiction novels in the 20th century. To tell you honestly, I didn’t know about that. I didn’t know The Catcher in the Rye (published in 1951) until the author J.D. Salinger died in 2010.
I only randomly read the novel during the typhoon Vinta as there was no power supply and I was really bored. My reading time was less than 36 hours, non-continuous, and when I flipped the last page to close I was like “why the hell is this book even great?” It is good but it is not great. I was disappointed.
The Catcher in the Rye is a narration of troubled teenager Holden Caulfield about a few days of experience when he was sixteen, after he got kicked out from prep school. He tells his thoughts about the places and the people he encountered during those days. Holden has a remarkably unique but miserable character. He swears a lot and he hates everyone, which might be the reason why this novel has been banned in many school libraries worldwide. “”You don’t like anything that’s happening… . You don’t like any schools. You don’t like a million things. You don’t,” his little sister Phoebe would say to him. If not for the writing style and the language, I wouldn’t have been entertained; the story would have been a bore.
Teenagers might like this novel because they’d relate so much, especially those who feel at odds. They’d find it funny because Holden represents them. For adults, however, they’d find it awful, as they wouldn’t want their children to be like Holden. As for me, I’m the type to slap Holden in the face and tell him to try to grow up!
This novel got me over boredom, though. Two stars out of five.
“Sleep tight, ya morons!” ~Holden Caulfield.