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marizzla 's review for:
The Catcher in the Rye
by J.D. Salinger
emotional
sad
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
it is a terrifying thing to be inside the mind of a teenage boy and i never want to experience it again.
holden caulfield is one of the most notorious narrators in english literature, and that is probably because he makes you want to smash your head into a wall repeatedly. he is lazy, and hypocritical, and most of all a big phony, all while thinking everyone around him is a loser.
on top of having to constantly follow the actions of an irritating narrator, you also have to listen to his voice continuously, that terrible, haunting thing. he (or better, salinger) writes just like you would expect a teenage boy to talk: simple, blandly, disjointed, and riddled with unnecessary swear words. listening to a conceited teenage boy is daunting enough, imagine having to read through almost 200 pages of documented thoughts straight from a 16-year-old's immature brain. scarring, certainly.
i must say that from the hundreds of books i have read, this one must bear the title for the worst writing style.
i was so generous to spare another half star though, solely on the account of old phoebe.the last scene on the carousel was really something. though i could not bring up any emotions for any of the characters in this book, that last scene stirred something up in my stomach. though what, i cannot tell.
holden caulfield is one of the most notorious narrators in english literature, and that is probably because he makes you want to smash your head into a wall repeatedly. he is lazy, and hypocritical, and most of all a big phony, all while thinking everyone around him is a loser.
on top of having to constantly follow the actions of an irritating narrator, you also have to listen to his voice continuously, that terrible, haunting thing. he (or better, salinger) writes just like you would expect a teenage boy to talk: simple, blandly, disjointed, and riddled with unnecessary swear words. listening to a conceited teenage boy is daunting enough, imagine having to read through almost 200 pages of documented thoughts straight from a 16-year-old's immature brain. scarring, certainly.
i must say that from the hundreds of books i have read, this one must bear the title for the worst writing style.
i was so generous to spare another half star though, solely on the account of old phoebe.