On Sun, 23 Nov 1997, Bethany M. Edstrom wrote: > This anecdote got a little too long, but what I'm asking is, first, what all of > you remember about your "first time" with Catcher, what your circumstances > were, and then any philosophical musings you might have about how those > circumstances affected your reading of it. And if anyone read it for the first > time in adulthood, what was that like? I can't imagine it... > I was 14 years old the first time I read Catcher, it was assigned in Freshman English. Mostly, I remember being awed by how incredibly different it was from anything else I'd ever read, amused and titillated by the language, and *amazed* that I would be assigned something so...fun to read in an English class. It instantly became my favorite novel, and I did feel changed in some inexplicable way. However, I didn't really appreciate the novel or understand just how it had transformed my view of the world until I read it much later, maybe when I was 17 or 18 years old. When I read it at that time of my life, I really related to Holden in that I was feeling what he felt, that the world is full of phonies and that it's enough to drive you "nuts", although I don't think he was crazy (I subscribe to the idea that he was sane in an insane world). I remember feeling relieved...that I wasn't the only one who felt that way. I think that message is something you can relate to no matter what age you are, especially if you've always sort of felt that way. Reading it as an "adult" (which i'm not quite sure I am yet), I never only see the sad parts, mostly I think it's hysterically funny, as well as moving and profound and philosphical. So I think you can read it as an adult for the first time and really fall in love with it, maybe not the same way a 12-year old or a 14-year old falls in love, but just as passionately and abidingly. Peggy