In a message dated 97-12-06 16:39:24 EST, AntiUtopia@aol.com writes: << When you get so close to the work you can't talk about it... >> yes, yes, yes YES. thats exactly it. its why i didn't take a class called 'short story' in high school [supposed to be the supplement to a course i took 'advanced writing'] --because they read two of salinger's [bananafish and teddy, of all pieces] short stories, and i knew i couldn't deal with it. in a class full of people that want to write seymour off as an insane child molester out to scare/hurt muriel, and teddy as a pretentious little brat that killed himself, i can't function. depending on the mood of the day, i would either sit quietly and desperately ---conspicuously silent---amid discussion, or reach the breaking point and give the class an unfortunate, incoherent earful about seymour/teddy/salinger's thoughts/motives/philosophies. its terrible. and the worst thing is that i feel like franny when i do it, the franny of her own disgust, imposing my views and condescending----but i'm right, i swear. the first time i read salinger [8th grade, if you recall] i went to my local library and took out all of his books they had----with no intention of returning them. i wanted to keep salinger from the critics, from the very literary theorists and analysts that we now speak of; those to which perhaps i belong. because i knew, even then, that there was so much vulnerable, that they could warp to fit their case, so much that they could misinterpret and misjudge. i wanted to keep each of the characters as mine and make sure that i wouldn't feel that inevitable pain that would result from having to watch and listen and even know that there were those who could not understand. of course, i can see and love them as they are---but for some reason it still hurts to be the indirect victim of their---albeit innocent---ignorance. jeez, sorry folks. i didn't mean to get all dramatic on you...just happened to be one one subject that i feel very strongly about... bethany