Like everyone else in the world, I grew up with
the myth of this book. On top of that, I idolized James Earl Jones/Terence Mann
in Field of Dreams, a character that
is clearly inspired by Salinger and his life.
Maybe it was the high expectations, but I waited
for a couple of hundred pages for an incredible plot twist, or some display of
incredibly innovative prose that never came. So I was left wondering what all
the fuss was about – incredibly banal expression on my end, but I’m not a
celebrated writer. To me, nothing remarkable happens in the book, and it’s not
even particularly well-written.
Millions of scholars and readers worldwide will
shriek at this, but I really don’t think it’s such a tragedy that Salinger didn’t
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