After my brother died, the following years turned this depressed teenager-turned-suicide into a legend-cum-saint. It happens. For some people, it IS healthy. Thor >I just reread _Seymour: an Introduction_ the other night and am struggling >to make any sense of this rambling, tangled thicket of prose. Sadly, the >most honest reading I can give it is this: It's about an isolated, >middle-aged man with an altogether unhealthy and delusional conviction that >his dead brother is the messiah. > >'Unhealthy' seems hardly debatable, given all of the sweating, apologizing, >second-guessing, and general fatique that strangles the book. 'Delusional', >because there is apparently nothing, besides Buddy's pathetic pleading (and >perhaps Salinger's Reputation), to compel us to believe him. Oh sure, there >is some mention of Seymour's poetry, which Buddy clearly holds in very high >regard, but no poem actually makes an appearance anywhere. There is also >the >occassional illustrative anecdote, such as when Seymour advise's Buddy that >he'd have more luck with the marbles if he stopped aiming them. Oh, come >on, >this is the same advice given by Ben Kanobi when he groaned, "Use the >Force, >Luke." Surely, Buddy would not have us read anything profound into the >writings of George Lucas. Or? > >To the extent that there are autobiographical strains in this story (and >you'd have to be reading it from 50 feet away to miss them), the whole >tortured effort becomes sadder still. > >-Sean > _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com