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A review by samchase112
Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger
challenging
reflective
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? It's complicated
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
3.75
I've been finding it really difficult to figure out my thoughts for this one. It's got some really interesting thoughts, and I enjoyed the stream of consciousness writing style, and the Glass family is absolutely fascinating. I wish I could have an intellectual conversation about it in an English class. This one might end up forgettable, but I'm glad I read it!
Below are some quotes that got me going; highlight worthy, if you will.
Everything everybody does is so — I don't know — not wrong, or even mean, or even stupid necessarily. But just so tiny and meaningless and — sad-making.
Just because I'm so horribly conditioned to accept everybody else's values, and just because I like applause and people to rave about me, doesn't make it right. I'm ashamed of it. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody. I'm sick of myself and everybody else that wants to make some kind of splash.
Phooey, I say, on all whiteshoe college boys who edit their campus literary magazines. Give me an honest con man any day.
As a matter of simple logic, there's no difference at all, that I can see, between the man who's greedy for material treasure — or even intellectual treasure — and the man who's greedy for spiritual treasure.
Just because I'm choosy about what I want — in this case, enlightenment, or peace, instead of money or prestige or fame or any of those things — doesn't mean I'm not as egotistical and self-seeking as everybody else. If anything, I'm more so!
Below are some quotes that got me going; highlight worthy, if you will.
Everything everybody does is so — I don't know — not wrong, or even mean, or even stupid necessarily. But just so tiny and meaningless and — sad-making.
Just because I'm so horribly conditioned to accept everybody else's values, and just because I like applause and people to rave about me, doesn't make it right. I'm ashamed of it. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody. I'm sick of myself and everybody else that wants to make some kind of splash.
Phooey, I say, on all whiteshoe college boys who edit their campus literary magazines. Give me an honest con man any day.
As a matter of simple logic, there's no difference at all, that I can see, between the man who's greedy for material treasure — or even intellectual treasure — and the man who's greedy for spiritual treasure.
Just because I'm choosy about what I want — in this case, enlightenment, or peace, instead of money or prestige or fame or any of those things — doesn't mean I'm not as egotistical and self-seeking as everybody else. If anything, I'm more so!
Content Warnings
Moderate: Eating disorder, Suicidal thoughts, Suicide, and Alcohol