Monday, February 3, 2014

ORDINARY PEOPLE and THE CATCHER IN THE RYE

Scent of a Woman and Dead Poet Society are highly successful coming-of-age stories about prep school boys wrestling with how to become a man. The Summer of '42 covers the same topic with different characters and settings. These are all successful films, but none as endearing and enduring as The Catcher in the Rye and Ordinary People, both based on novels about a sixteen-year-old boy in crisis from witnessing the death of their brothers. The stories closely parallel each other, the main distinction that CITR is urban and OP takes place in the suburbs. Why does one sell millions more? Why did Ordinary People get made into an award winning feature film while The Catcher in the Rye has been left at the Hollywood alter for half a century?

The protagonists in The Catcher in the Rye and Ordinary People are the same age and have severe behavior problems and trouble at school. Both ended up in the care of a mental health professional. Conrad attempted suicide whereas Holden only contemplated it. Both boys were from intact upper middle class families. Both were well above average in intelligence. Neither felt they could talk to their parents about their problem and both sought sympathy and understanding outside family, including the company of female peer companions and emphasize the redemptive power of love.

Conrad is an updated suburban version of Holden.

OP is in some ways a more sophisticated and more complete treatment of the trials of a troubled teenage transition. It is a 360-degree view of Conrad that includes his family and extended family, his school friends, a fellow inmate from the mental hospital, his swim coach and his therapist. Salinger on the other hand, tortures us with three suffocating days inside the mind of the rude, confused, conflicted, sarcastic, arrogant and ultimately compassionate Holden, a torture to which many of us willingly and gratefully submit but are grateful to escape at the story's conclusion.

Some of us enjoy the intimacy of that ride. How many of us could withstand public scrutiny of our innermost thoughts (fears, anxieties, prejudices, sexual urges, the works) as Salinger so effectively accomplished with Holden? Of course much of it isn't going to be pretty; we self-censor our dark and whiny thoughts. In OP Conrad's troubled thoughts are hidden and his therapist has to probe them out. But because we're in Holden's head we can't avoid them. CATCHER is satisfying because it does in first-person what third-person cannot--gives us an uncensored version of the protagonist. Moment by moment.

OP is a more reserved presentation of Jarrett but satisfies because it does strike out in all directions, showing how Conrad's problems affect the lives of those around him and how these people are affecting him, good and bad. The story feels fuller, more complete.

So, OP is a more complete story but CATCHER sells millions more. Can the writing be that much better? Do so many more people care about the East Coast urban life than life in the Midwestern suburbs?

Or is it because academia is so taken with CATCHER? Teachers know that short books appeal to grade schoolers. There's a greater chance they'll actually read them instead of swallowing the Cliff Notes digest.

Or could it be that the award-winning movie of OP has stolen the book's thunder? "Why buy the book if you can see the film," potential readers say? No film version of CATCHER has been made nor will there be if Salinger's wishes are honored.
If I were a teacher I would assign CATCHER and give extra credit for watching the film version of OP and comparing them. More credit if Stand by MeThe Summer of '42, and Scent of a Woman are included.

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Understanding The Catcher in the Rye

What we take away from a book is a function of who we are, the sum of our life experiences--our world view. After two readings thirty years apart and a great deal of study and analysis, here are my insights.

The teenage years are when we reject our parents and look for answers outside the family/extended family circle of comfort and trust. They've lied to us about Santa Claus and the Boogey Man; what else have they been lying about? We've begun noticing their flaws and started looking elsewhere for answers. We want to be prepared for life, for making our own decisions. The hypocrisy (phoniness) within our formerly godlike inner circle of family has discredited them. Who can we trust? Where are the answers? And so today we pick up books like Dianetics and Atlas Shrugged and Hunger Games.

What I've not seen replicated elsewhere in literature is the concentrated depth and breadth of The Catcher in the Rye's socio-cultural footprint. Through the protagonist/narrator's interactions with a host of minor characters we are treated to slice after relentless slice of the world of an upper middle-class New York City teenager's life during the early 1950s.

Chaucer's The Canterbury Tales and Homer's The Odyssey do something similar, but they're not as intense because they cover much more real estate. Catcher is only 220 pages. Instead of the usual linear plot line, all three of these books treat us to the adventures of a journey. It's the trip that's important, not the destination or goal.

Salinger throws us scene after scene of Holden's urban life in a near kaleidoscopic array of snapshots--current and former teachers, current and former classmates, his sister, flashbacks to his brothers and parents, cab drivers, girlfriends and former girlfriends, a teenage prostitute, doormen, chance meetings with tourists, nuns and some kids at the museum. With each engagement we learn something about Holden and we learn something about his urban life. We go to movies, a play, the park, the museum and a carnival. We ride a bus, a train, then a series of cabs with him. And we end up in a "rest home" with him.

Due to the limitations of first-person point of view there's a sparseness of literary tools such as simile, metaphor, lyricism, etc., but the reader is forced to buy into the character so quickly that literary trimmings don't matter. Were Scott Fitzgerald the author, we would be treated to brilliant descriptions of the glittering city lights and rhythms of the street. But we are in Holden's head, and he is in too much of a panic to notice much beyond his immediate crisis. 
Holden's the kind of guy that, if you met him on a bus you'd wonder what's wrong with him. Some people would move away, but I'd sit next to him and engage him in conversation. I would be curious what's wrong.
In rereading the book last fall I discovered that Holden seemed to be suffering from PTSD stemming from the death of his brother and from witnessing the suicide of a schoolmate, James Castle, who bailed out of an upstairs dorm window wearing the sweater Holden loaned him. I began noticing the symptoms of PTSD: depression, poor concentration, attention deficit, crying, rage, lack of motivation, self-isolation, sleeplessness, hyper-vigilance, etc. I'm intimately familiar with these symptoms because my own childhood trauma. I live with that same feeling Holden has of needing to protect children. 

To me Catcher is less about teenaged coming-of-age angst and more about a kid struggling against the downward spiral of mental illness. Without professional help he was doomed to submerge, and did.

Holden was barely "holdin' on."

There's a lot of cultural and psychological meat in there: a) how boys interact with each other when living in close quarters, b) particularly when two have or are dating the same girl and one feels protective of her (Jane Gallagher), c) how a sensitive boy might behave because of a deep emotional wound (e.g., the trauma of losing a younger brother and from witnessing the suicide of a classmate and d) how that boy might become neurotically protective toward his younger sister and toward children in general because of c).

Most teenagers aren't mature enough to comprehend the psychological ramifications of what I've just described unless they've been prepared for it by a mature adult who does comprehend. And there are many adults who couldn't.

Indeed, most adults have psychological defenses that don't allow even them to comprehend what I've just described. It is either too abstract, too complicated or too scary. I suspect this is the main reason the book is so controversial. Most people don't get it because they can't afford to, unless someone points the way or they experience PTSD first-hand.
Until you've been stung by a bee, "bee sting" is an abstract notion.

A greater sense of Holden Caufield through JD Salinger can be found in the film Finding Forester, which is purported to be based on Salinger's life. The film leads us to conclude that Forster's reclusiveness is rooted in the trauma of losing his beloved brother in a car crash.
In World War II, Salinger participated in tne Normandy Landing and Battle of the Bulge and other combat where his fellow troops were decimiated. He was among the first Allied forces to visit a German concentration camp. He was hospitalized for "battle fatigue." He understood the long term effects of trauma.

In a 1953 interview with a high-school newspaper, Salinger said that the novel was "sort of" autobiographical: "My boyhood was very much the same as that of the boy in the book ...it was a great relief telling people about it."

When writing the book, Salinger wouldn't have had a clue about PTSD, as it wasn't even in the diagnostic manual (DSM) for psychologists until decades later. He was just writing what he felt, blasting his feelings onto paper. 

Many people see Salinger as a sort of literary genius because he sold 70 million copies of one book. I'm not saying he wasn't talented and educated; he had plenty of both going for him. I'm saying he leveraged his talent on top of some inner need to get this desperate crisis part of his life onto paper and out of his head.

A great segment of the literary world has understandably attributed Holden's PTSD symptoms to teenage angst, but this is a gross oversimplification. It's his masterfully presented array of symptoms that's largely responsible for the success of the book. It's too complicated or too sensitive for English teachers to talk about mental illness; so they focus on the simple and more obvious interpretation. These teachers are missing a phenomenal opportunity to reach kids who are in crisis or know someone who is.

Bearing in mind that we're talking about a fictional character,  no one can actually diagnose Holden, but I have plenty of experience with the condition. I can spot symptoms in an instant. For example, a hyper-vigilant person likes to sit where he can see the door and with his back to a wall. He/she glances around constantly instead of holding a steady gaze while in conversation. I went through the book and itemized instances of the symptoms. Give it a shot and see if you don't reach a similar conclusion.

By wanting to save others Holden was saving himself and did so, with Phoebe's help. I see the the carousel is a metaphor for the connectedness of humanity. We see ourselves in others.

He was traumatized by the death of his brother Allie, sensitizing him to the reality of unjust death and suffering. It was personal, not just something he read about or saw in a movie.
In it's worst form PTSD originates not from a single event but from repeated trauma taking place over a period of time, months and years, as in military combat. There is a compounding effect. It can drive people crazy, make them want to commit suicide. And they sometimes do. Holden reacted voilently, breaking every window in the garage and breaking his hand in the process.

Holden had plenty of time to anticipate his beloved Allie's demise because it took place over a period of months during which he watched him deteriorate as the cancer worked its grotesque way through Allie's body. And the trauma built up in compounded layers.
Holden was in this highly sensitized state when James Castle threw himself out a dorm window, and the shock of it was too much, putting Holden into an emotional tailspin.
Innocent children were dying and it upset him, but he wasn't obsessed over protecting children's innocence; he didn't know what was wrong. He was just groping for answers, trying to regain control over his emotions, his life. 

He was lonely, depressed, sick and run-down. He had crying spells. He didn't know why and no one had any answers. He didn't understand why he couldn't concentrate on his studies and be motivated to do schoolwork. He was so distracted he even left the fencing gear on the train. He was so hyper-sensitive he exploded at the sexually experienced Stradlater over a girl they had both dated.

Holden felt lost and out of control, and his love of Phoebe and hers for him redeemed him, pulling him back from the potential disaster of running away and got him home where he would be safe.

Labels like "teenage angst" and "PTSD" can be dismissive and do not relieve readers from the duty to probe for meaning. Whatever the cause, Holden is a highly sensitive boy who's suffering and searching for relief.

No matter how hard an author tries to imbue his or her work with what is to the author a very important and obvious message about the human condition, he or she may fail simply because a reader lacks the capacity to comprehend it or misconstrues the story's basic truths. The Grapes of Wrath, for instance, was (and still is) attacked by wealthy corporate agricultural interests in California who refuse to accept it. I've heard one actually say that Steinbeck exaggerated the plight of the workers in order to sell books. It's human nature to believe what you need to believe, despite countervailing evidence.

CITR obviously meant something unusual to those two young men who had copies of the book when one killed John Lennon and the other shot President Reagan. Perhaps this meant they were looking for answers. Their value systems were running amok, and Holden's angst resonated with their sense of being lost and unable to cope with the phoniness of life.

Atlas Shrugged give a simple solution to all decisions, do only what is in your self interest. But that's in direct conflict what we are taught by most religions in the Judeo-Christian world, to do unto others as you would have done unto you and love thy neighbor as thyself. People who haven't yet learned to reconcile self interest with the common good can be thrown into mental conflict and feel angst. Maybe this is why some people don't like Holden/CITR; it doesn't offer answers. It just describes how it feels to be lost. It reminds them too much of themselves.

All that said, if you can enjoy Holden just as he is, without analyzing "every grey hair" (as someone put it) then by all means do so. But in case you want to go deeper, well here it is.
Update-The John Green Videos on Youtube:

Green is good, but he tends to regurgitate academia. Go straight to the book and pay attention to how it speaks to you. Wait a few years, then reread it. You'll be amazed at how the book seems to change. But it will be you that changes.

I don't agree, as Green alleges, that Holden was resisting adulthood. He embraced it. He did adult things, drinking and going to nightclubs and stage performances. He seems proud that he has a streak of grey hair and can pass for an adult. Seeking the company of a prostitute is adult behavior. He sought out adult company and conversation on the train and at the nightclub and with the nuns. He joked with kids at the museum. He was comfortable and confident with both children and adults. 

Green misinterprets Holden's comment at the museum that some things should  never change. Holden was talking about that deja vu feeling you get when you go to some familiar place after being away, like when you go away to college and return to the drive-in where you used to cruise. Or you visit the neighborhood you grew up in after moving away.

The diorama with the bare breasted squaw was a landmark for Holden as it is many New Yorkers to this day. It's like in Breakfast at Tiffany's when Holly Golightly goes to hang out in front of Tiffany's in the wee hours of the morning to cure "the mean reds." It was a place that made her feel secure.

We all have our favorite landmarks. That's what Holden was getting at. And yet Green cites it as evidence that Holden was resisting change, resisting maturity. It is a matter of interpretation.


Holden wanted to run away to a cabin in the woods. That' where Salinger lived, and died. Phoebe pulled him back from making what could have been a bad mistake with a lifetime of consequences. That's redemption, an adult concept.

Misjudging Mr. Antolini (from The Catcher in the Rye)

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I just watched a John Green video (see link above) interpreting The Catcher in the Rye. It has some pretty good analysis. A little on the frenetic side, but decent overall given how much is wedged into the narrow timeframe.

But I've got an issue with describing the apartment scene with Mr. Antolini as a sexual come-on. It's irritating to think that a man can't pat a kid on the head without having it blown out of proportion. A woman can stroke a boy's hair and it's fine. But let a man breathe on a kid and the world comes down on him. That's rotten. Men care about children, and they can be just as loving and nurturing as a woman. More than many that I've seen, short of breast feeding, and plenty of women don't breastfeed.

I think Holden's reaction was way over the top. We know how unreliable he is.

In that scene, Holden pushed away the only person who had recognized his panic, who expressed empathy and concern and gave him great advice and a place to crash.

Remember, it was Antolini who was there when James Castle committed suicide at another prep school Holden attended before Pencey. Antolini covered the bloody corpse with his coat and carried it away, proof that he was a compassionate man. Patting Holden on the head is hardly a gay pass when he knew Holden as well as he did. Like a doofus, Holden overreacts and leaves.

What I'm saying to the guy who made the video is: don't blame Antolini for Holden's touchiness.

Nevertheless, Holden took it the way he did and rejected a valid and valuable adult source of solace and consolation, not to mention world class advice. There's a lesson in this: Sometimes we misinterpret good intentions out of mistrust and are the worse for it.

The teenage years are when we begin questioning or rejecting our parents' world view and look for answers outside the family and extended family circle of comfort and trust. They've lied to us about Santa Claus and the Boogey Man; what else have they been lying about? We've begun noticing their flaws and started looking elsewhere for answers. We want to be prepared for life, for making our own decisions. The hypocrisy (phoniness) within our formerly godlike inner circle of family has discredited them. Who can we trust? Where are the answers?

And so we pick up books like Lord of the Flies, Dianetics,  Atlas Shrugged and Hunger Games.

This teenage crisis period of searching is brilliantly rendered by Salinger in the character of Holden Caulfield.

Flash forward in the novel to where Holden is in the rest home, reflecting on Antolini's quote of Wilhelm Stekel, The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one. Holden kept Antolini's handwritten quote.  It's doubtful that he would have kept it if he hadn't resolved his concerns about Antolini.

So what if someone is gay? That doesn't mean he/she's a pedophile or that you can't trust what he/she says. Crapolla! Holden would say.  One of my best teachers was overtly effeminate and he never made a pass at anyone that I'm aware of.

I like to think that Salinger would be a lot like Mr. Antolini.

Who Taught Salinger to Write?

It's debatable the degree to which anyone can actually be taught to write, but according to one source Salinger blossomed while taking Whit Burnett's writing class at Columbia University. Publicly, Salinger has given credit to The New Yorker for teaching him to write by virtue of their mountains of rejections. But someone had to teach him the fundamentals, and I maintain that was Whit Burnett. Following is a quote from Fiction Writer's Handbook, by Hallie and Whit Burnett.
"...there was one dark-eyed, thoughtful young man who sat through one semester of a class in writing without taking noes, seemingly not listening, looking out the window. A week or so before the semester ended, he suddenly came to life. He began to write. Several stories seemed to come from his typewriter at once, and most of these were published. That young man was J.D. Salinger, apparently indulging in purposeful reverie,'..."

Like all of us, J.D. Salinger had to start somewhere. He sat in a classroom, as we all have.  He paid attention even if it didn't look that way. He put his pants on one leg at a time, as we all do. (But his shoes will be hard to fill.)

Hallie and Whit Burnetts' little guidebook for fiction writers is still in print:  http://www.amazon.com/Fiction-Writers-Handbook-Hallie-Burnett/dp/0062731696/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1365019314&sr=8-2&keywords=fiction+writers+handbook

My copy, purchased in 1989,  is falling apart from age and use. I recommend it, as did Norman Mailer. Here's an excerpt from his Preface:
"Fiction Writer's Handbook is wise and comprehensive and surprisingly full of touches of lore. It hints of one's craft. A beginner at writing can sleep with this book. There is enthusiasm in the pages. Its author, after all, has lived with the idea of writing for the larger part of her life, and that is probably a disappearing culture. Not many can be left in that small world of a few writers and teachers and editors who believed there were not many vocations more honored than writing, nor many occupations more interesting than to encourage the talent of a young writer. 
...a lot of us had the luck to meet and be helped by that small group of editors and writers and teachers who also thought it was important to be a writer. ...One of that group was a very modest man who had a beautiful white goatee by the time I met him. I was still eighteen and wholly embarrassed by my inability to speak a single interesting word to him, and he was shy and embarrassed by his inability to draw me out. We had lunch together...the man with whom I was at lunch was a legend. And his magazine, Story, was its own legend, and young writers in the late thirties and the years of the Second World War used to dream of appearing in its pages... The man's name, of course, is Whit Burnett..."

Everyone who writes can close his/er eyes and see a crowd of people who inspired them or helped in an important way to acquire the tools to write well. Some of these are dead writers and schoolteachers. Some are still with us, published writers, writing group peers, teachers, friends.

You know you appreciate them. Remind them now and then. Let them bask in the glow of your well-deserved gratitude.

First Thoughts About Blogging Salinger

 I became a slow and reluctant fan of JD Salinger after first reading The Catcher in the Rye in college, 1964. I was intrigued by the writing but not the spoiled intellectual Holden. I read Franny and Zooey and Nine Stories and still nothing really zinged but the writing quality. Then fifty years later I reread Catcher and was impressed by the novel's concentrated depth and emotional punch. Zing! It was clear Salinger and I had something in common other than PTSD in how to view the world.

I have engaged extensively in discussions on Salinger's life and publications at Goodreads.com. Some of them will be posted here along with new insights and questions. I want to know more, and will make available what I learn.

I hope you do the same. Feel free to comment. Share your thoughts. What have you learned? What do you want to know? Perhaps together we can discover some useful knowledge about writing. And about life.

What I post here will sometimes seem like I am defending JD Salinger, but my main interest is to understand him and through him his writing. Salinger would not like that, for he stated more than once that what matters is what is on the page and only that. I agree, but not entirely. Insights about someone's work are contaminated by the life experience of each reader and cause confusion Knowing something about the author can prevent some of this.

People who suffer from traumatic nervous illness often are permanently impaired. I say this as one who has PTSD from years of childhood trauma that included torture and beatings in addition to serial abandonment and severe neglect. I have had years of therapy and medication. For me to be functioning at all in society is a small miracle. I raised two daughters in a dysfunctional marriage, sticking with it for nearly twenty years before the plug was pulled on me. I wasn't a rotten father, but I fell short of my own ideals due to a late life nervous breakdown. Both girls, young women now, are doing well in life despite my shortcomings and we have good relationships. 

The personal experience provided here is part of my credentials to speak on the subject of PTSD. I am not professionally trained but I know about the subject from having lived it nearly all my life and from having read books, gone to workshops and through informed observation of those I know and have known personally who were traumatized, some in my presence.

Let us be clear; there is trauma and there is TRAUMA. The simplest and easiest to treat form of PTSD arises from a single event. The most difficult form to treat is serial trauma, like in combat, month after month, year after year. The consequences of that are impossible to erase, but they can be mitigated to varying degrees depending on the quality and length of treatment.

I do not know how much counseling Salinger had after the war, but he would have found it frustratingly difficult to find a therapist who could keep up with him intellectually. How does one trust even a therapist with the horrors? Because once they are "out there" they can hurt again, re-traumatizing the patient. Salinger's writing may have indeed been his therapy. It has been extremely effective for me, but having a capable therapist was invaluable as well.

Salinger had a limited relationship with his kids. He provided well for them. He was physically on the premises even if he locked himself away for long periods. He was an imperfect father, but he didn't abandon them entirely.

People will fault Salinger for breaking off his relationship with Joyce Maynard over whether to have more children. Couples often break up over children. Better that than to bring an unwanted child into the world. To this I can attest from having lived in an orphanage with dozens of examples.

Having children is an issue that should be discussed early in a relationship. I don't fault him for stepping up and making that difficult decision. He probably informed her the very minute he made it, which is admirable. It allowed her to get on with her life sooner, despite the pain she seems to continue to struggle with, judging from her interviews and writings. My sympathies to her and to anyone negatively affected by secondhand PTSD.

It is important to be mindful that people like JD Salinger experience the traumatic consequences of going to war so that others don't have to and to protect and preserve the way of life we value highly. There are long term consequences of this heroism, to the combatant and to those around them.