O no le entendí o está sobre valorado. Pero se aprecia teniendo en cuenta en la época en la que fue escrita.

Read it in school. Should re-read probably.

I finished reading this book almost a year ago and I still think about it. To this day, it is the best book I’ve read and may likely remain my all time favourite.

J'avais essayé plusieurs fois de lire ça par le passé et à chaque fois, le style d'écriture me rebutait dès les premières pages. J'ai persévéré cette fois-ci car je voulais comprendre pourquoi c'est le genre de livre qui semble se retrouver automatiquement sur les listes d'incontournables de la littérature. Je dois dire que je suis un peu confondue.

Peut-être que 28 ans, c'est trop tard pour une première lecture, allez savoir mais moi, à part quelques rires, il n'y a pas grand chose que j'ai apprécié de ce roman. J'ai continué de trouver le style insupportable. Et j'ai eu beau essayer de garder en tête l'époque à laquelle c'était écrit, j'ai trouvé vraiment dérangeant comment on y décrivait les personnages de filles et de femmes. Je comprends aussi le personnage et tout mais j'ai trouvé ça pénible. Pénible aussi cette manie de parler systématiquement "de la foutue môme" ici, de "ce connard X" là. C'était redondant. Je comprends aussi que ça reflète probablement cette manie qu'on peut avoir à l'adolescence de tout trouver débile sauf soi-même mais j'ai juste trouvé que c'était lourd.

Je suis tout de même contente de l'avoir lu, ne serait-ce que pour savoir de quoi il est question quand j'en entends parler. ;-)

Superficial y a la vez profundo, ligero pero en partes denso, a veces coincides con el protagonista, y otras veces te sulfura, pero es la descripción perfecta de lo que es ser un adolescente. Creo que es un libro que amas u odias, que llega en un buen momento, o no, pero es un gran libro, con un humor liviano que me trajo mucha nostalgia de ser atolondrado como es uno a esa edad.

«E in parte è vero, ma non del tutto vero. La gente pensa sempre che le cose siano del tutto vere.»

Non posso dire di essermi trovato in sintonia con le scelte di Holden, ma dopo questa lettura ho una gran voglia di mettermi una cravatta, un soprabito e andare in giro per New York.
Ho apprezzato particolarmente il linguaggio (i nostri «ma dai» e «che figo» odierni impallidiscono di fronte a «infanzia schifa» e «tanto di cappello»), ma anche il modo di pensare di Holden, di saper cogliere il bello e il brutto delle persone.

P.S. Ho letto questo romanzo praticamente nello stesso arco di tempo in cui si sono svolte le vicende, ovvero nel finesettimana e successivo lunedì prima di Natale. Assurdo.

I'm guessing on the earlier three dates I read this, but I know I'd read every volume of JD Salinger's works in my library by 11th grade and wrote a paper about him for English. I remember reading "Catcher" again before I graduated high school, then in my early 20s, and finally again in my early 40s!

As a teen, I identified with narrator Holden Caulfield and his angst about all the "phoniness" involved with growing up to be an adult. As an adult, I saw the novel in a totally new way, and I laughed a lot more. Not a lot happens in the book in terms of plot, but it is a portrait of teenage angst from a certain time and place, and it mostly stands the test of time.

3.5⭐

I read this in high school like 15 years ago and I didn't like it. The teachers told me I'm supposed to find Holden relatable but I hated him for being a little prick who just can't seem to do what he was supposed to do. I was a kid who always did what he was supposed to do. It wasn't that hard.

He is still a little prick on the second reading, of course. But, I feel mostly sad for him this time. He's gone through some shit that kids should never have to go through: the death of a beloved sibling to illness, witnessing a violent suicide, and sexual assault. He's still responsible for his own behavior, but I realize now it's not so easy to judge him.

There's nothing really insightful I can say about his psychology that hasn't been said, I'm sure. Maybe just that this is a prime demonstration of when someone is complaining about how they hate [some general phenomenon] it can normally be traced back to one person pissing them off once. Salinger saw it then and we see it all the time on Twitter now. Funny way our minds work.

Reading the reviews on here from like 2008 rule lol. Like a time capsule for how I was thinking back then.