Re: suicide?

Camille Scaysbrook (the_globe@hotmail.com)
Thu, 15 Apr 1999 19:17:58 -0700 (PDT)

I already wrote a response to this but I think it got lost in my 
current email malaise. So here's turn #2 ...

Cecilia Baader wrote:

>> I've thought about the question of Salinger's true attitude to 
suicide or just plain death quite a bit, even more after I trekked 
out to the library and found _Hapworth_.  I found Seymour's letter to 
his parents very Teddy-like.  Like Teddy, he calmly predicts and 
accept his early death, worried only about the reaction of his family 
to it.

It left me a little annoyed, frankly. <<

A similar thing occured to me recently when I decided, seeing it was 
Easter, to read the interpretations of the death of Jesus in the four 
different gospels. It made me feel the same way when Matthew and John 
seemed to portray Jesus as saying or doing certain things 
*specifically* so that certain prophecies and scriptures would come 
true. Obviously, His death was preordained, but somehow it seemed to 
rob the whole thing of a certain humanity; He just seemed to be going 
through the motions, whereas in Mark's gospel you can feel His 
torment when He says `Oh God why have you forsaken me?'. I think 
you're reacting to a similar thing in Teddy and Seymour. Seymour's 
suicide is enacted with all the coolness and calmness of taking a 
train ride, there's no anguish in his decision. Perhaps this is why 
it is in some ways hard to mourn for him. You could even argue that 
the Glasses miss the *idea* of Seymour more than they miss Seymour 
himself. (hey there's an idea - is Seymour just an idea? Like the 
nonexistent son in `Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?'). If Salinger is 
implying that Seymour and Teddy are on a spiritual and therefore 
prescient par with Jesus - well, that's pretty high ground to take (:

P.S. Cecilia, it's a sin that this is your first post! I wanna hear 
more! (:

Camille


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