Hugo-Bader returned after years to the people whom he met (circa) twenty years earlier. So, we got epilogues to thA superb compilations of reportages.
Hugo-Bader returned after years to the people whom he met (circa) twenty years earlier. So, we got epilogues to their stories, often long, complicated, and always fascinating. The title audit was a revision of the lives of those humans.
On the other hand, the title audit was also a check-out of how Polish transformation (from Soviet influences into a free and democratic country) went out.
Sharp wit, uncompromised style.
I learned about people who lived (some still live) next to me, but I never met them. I only knew they existed. Thanks to Jacek Hugo-Bader I understand now better not only them but also the Polish society.
My second book by the author, and for sure not the last....more
This book was even more shocking, it rocked to the core.
First of all, it is a must-read for everyone who values human rights, humanity, etc.
Then, it is a must-read for everyone interested in the history.
Also, it is a must-read for everyone who loves literature.
And, lastly, everyone should at least know the message and Sven Lindqvist's understanding of genocides.
To me, it was one of the most impressive and the most important books I have ever read.
It allowed me to better understand Joseph Conrad and his novels (especially Heart of Darkness), and a few other writers, e.g. H.G. Wells.
It showed me the parts of history that most people (with help from some historians) are trying to not remember.
First of all, it put into my head questions that I want now to ask everyone:
Which guilt and debts the new generation should inherit, which not, why and who (and why) decides about it? Who started the idea of genocide? How did and does the Western world hide so efficiently the genocides of the XVI-XIX century? And many others.
In other words, it is one of the books that changes the reader. There is no way to not feel impacted. Even, if (almost impossible) one doesn't agree with Sven Lindqvist....more
Original novel. Point of view needed in books, culture, and everyday life.
I recommend it to everyone, especially to young people who need the most to Original novel. Point of view needed in books, culture, and everyday life.
I recommend it to everyone, especially to young people who need the most to understand and learn to sympathize.
The story and the characters were so real it hurt. Christopher was to the end oneself. No sweet, big, happy changing - because he couldn't change. And his father - one of the best characters I have ever read. He was so great, good, and yet, so human. My heart wept for him. People/parents like him are heroes of humanity. Of course, I don't say that the mother was a bad person. She was just different and coped with difficulties as her personality allowed her. ...more
I am a bit speechless. This novella, or rather a very short novel was something big. It started li
the road would take him wherever he wanted to go
I am a bit speechless. This novella, or rather a very short novel was something big. It started like a kind of idylic story about country life, and ended up as a deeply disturbing message.
People could be good, Furlong reminded himself, as he drove back to town
I was shocked that in such setting (by the way, I knew terrible history of the Magdalene Laundries in Ireland) the social mechanism was the same like each time and places when people tried to not see "evil" next door.
he felt his self-preservation and courage battling against each other
Yes, we just want to live and be happy. Yet, how much you are willing to stay blind to feel content?
Was it possible to carry on along through all the years, the decades, through an entire life, without once being brave enough to go against what was there and yet call yourself a Christian, and face yourself in the mirror?
I can't jugde other people. Still, we have to remember and hope we won't have to make such decisions.
but the worst that could have happened was also already behind him; the thing not done, which could have been – which he would have had to live with for the rest of his life
Read it. It is short, there is no obvious violence. Just a quiet, unsettling feeling that makes one think and feel.
the small things she had said and done and had refused to do and say and what she must have known, the things which, when added up, amounted to a life
Birds are like eyes when the colors close so maybe the dead are children who eat the singing.
Mateusz Pakuła is a genius at playing with the Polish
Birds are like eyes when the colors close so maybe the dead are children who eat the singing.
Mateusz Pakuła is a genius at playing with the Polish language. His imagination knows no boundaries. His stories are poetic and surrealistic. Through marvelous wit and twisted scenes, he asks about modern society, people, prejudice, and cravings. He is our crooked mirror - priceless and worth looking in - no matter how much uncomfortable one can feel....more
One of the saddest and truest novels I have ever read. The known story of the horror of war, written in a mix of prose and poetry. Brilliant tribute (One of the saddest and truest novels I have ever read. The known story of the horror of war, written in a mix of prose and poetry. Brilliant tribute (although I am sure they would have preferred to simply live...).
[I hate reading books about wars because I hate war. But I keep reading them, I think I do it because I feel that those people live for a while when I read their stories... Stupid thinking? Yeah, but I will keep reading them all the same.]...more
Is this still who I am? Just because it’s familiar, does that mean it’s me?
Oh my, it was brilliant!
Brilliant story, brilliant characters.
The story
Is this still who I am? Just because it’s familiar, does that mean it’s me?
Oh my, it was brilliant!
Brilliant story, brilliant characters.
The story was genially, smoothly, funnily, wisely, hurtfully driven by remarkable characters.
And the road that they all went through - from...
We were both so unformed. So sure of ourselves and so utterly lost.
You’re just beginning to play around, and he’s nearly ready to give up and settle down and say, This is who I am, I’m done.
I’m a toy version of a man, flopped in my seat, waiting for someone to lift my strings and jerk me into life.
the lost boy wandering the world, weak-willed and daydreaming and achieving nothing
to...
it all adds up to make him seem kind of worldlier. A bit damaged, a bit stronger. More self-possessed
but she’s different now. She’s warmer; less guarded, oddly enough; she knows herself better.
Those fictional people were so real, when they had fun, when they felt in love, when they were happy, sad, angry, lost, growing-up and most of all, when they were making mistekes...
‘Did you tell him you needed him?’ ‘I wanted him to just . . . know,’
I keep pressing Esc but I’m still here
Everyone’s got the potential to do the wrong thing – if we were measured that way, we’d all come up short. It’s about what you do
This story just couldn't have existed without those characters, but they easily could have existed without this story, it is how genuine they were. And you know what? In my heart, they will exist for a long long time... Addie, Dylan, Marcus, Deb, Rodney, Grace, Cherry, Kevin, Luke, Terry...
The novel reminded me of great Shakespeare's works of art. It could be a superb movie.
Mrs. O'Leary, take your time, I can wait for your next book since they are getting better and better (although, I don't know how you can write the better one now)....more
That was a blowing mind experience. A brilliant book. There is no way you be the same after reading it.
To
"I'm claiming the right to be unhappy."
That was a blowing mind experience. A brilliant book. There is no way you be the same after reading it.
To the day I die I will be hearing a mantra in my mind:
Ending is better than mending.
I don't agree with this statement but Huxley and Michael York (as a narrator) made a lasting impact on my neurons. By the way, where is my soma!? How I would like to have a few, just in case...
A masterpiece.
A Brave New World, pure materialism, the right to be unhappy, to be an animal. I have no proper words. I loved it. Perfect, from the beginning to the end.
One warning, definitely it isn't a comfort book, far from it.
character is not cut in marble—it is not something solid and unalterable. It is something living and changing,
Where to start describing a perfect
character is not cut in marble—it is not something solid and unalterable. It is something living and changing,
Where to start describing a perfect novel?
--> Marvellous characters who I will always remember.
He did not usually find it easy to give his reasons: it seemed to him strange that people should not know them without being told, since he only felt what was reasonable.
--> Deep, wise, touching, even poignant view on human nature.
the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities
Our passions do not live apart in locked chambers, but, dressed in their small wardrobe of notions, bring their provisions to a common table and mess together, feeding out of the common store according to their appetite
--> Humour that showed up when one needed it, sometimes, when one didn't expect it.
When a conversation has taken a wrong turn for us, we only get farther and farther into the swamp of awkwardness
One must use such brains as are to be found
--> The ending - George Eliot not only gave us, so often craved, a look at 'after-years' but made genial last words, that
we insignificant people with our daily words and acts are preparing the lives of many Dorotheas [[How hopeful!]]
Shortly, the book I wanted to hug so many times I couldn't count it. the book to re-read and re-read. The book to love. George Eliot was a genius. I know I say it after one novel, but what a novel!
Below more, much more quotes (I have many, although I often abondoned marking them, there were too many brilliant sentence, insights, phrases).
pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts—not to hurt others
but pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so, any more than vanity makes us witt
"I don't make myself disagreeable; it is you who find me so. Disagreeable is a word that describes your feelings and not my actions."
it is one of the most odious things in a girl's life, that there must always be some supposition of falling in love coming between her and any man who is kind to her, and to whom she is grateful
Might, could, would—they are contemptible auxiliaries
Strange, that some of us, with quick alternate vision, see beyond our infatuations, and even while we rave on the heights, behold the wide plain where our persistent self pauses and awaits us.
the majority of us scarcely see more distinctly the faultiness of our own conduct than the faultiness of our own arguments, or the dulness of our own jokes
very little achievement is required in order to pity another man's shortcomings
There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire: it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.
We are all of us born in moral stupidity, taking the world as an udder to feed our supreme selves
But scepticism, as we know, can never be thoroughly applied, else life would come to a standstill
we mortals have our divine moments, when love is satisfied in the completeness of the beloved object
It is wonderful how much uglier things will look when we only suspect that we are blamed for them
Will not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot? I know no speck so troublesome as self
what loneliness is more lonely than distrust
there are always people who can't forgive an able man for differing from them
Few things hold the perceptions more thoroughly captive than anxiety about what we have got to say
The memory has as many moods as the temper, and shifts its scenery like a diorama
beneficent harness of routine which enables silly men to live respectably and unhappy men to live calmly
People glorify all sorts of bravery except the bravery they might show on behalf of their nearest neighbors
we are rather apt to consider an act wrong because it is unpleasant to us
And what of those who didn’t know him? What happens, too, when all who knew him are dead, when people know only what they’ve been told? What truth
And what of those who didn’t know him? What happens, too, when all who knew him are dead, when people know only what they’ve been told? What truth will we be talking about, then? Tudor’s truth. Dickon doesn’t deserve that
No, he doesn't! Sharon Kay Penman dug up and preserved the truth. And I will never forget you Dickon! You were with me for the last two weeks, and like two Llewelyn and Simon (from Welsh Princes Series) I will always remember you and cherish the time I have spent with you.
Mrs Penman has an amazing ability to create humans from historical characters. I got so involved that near the end I cried and cried and whispered "it was so unfair, so bloody unfair..."
But surely part of loving a man was accepting him as he was
Say what you want, but I did love Richard. If you are one of the people who think you can't love a character of the book - you will not understand it.
The history of The War of the Roses, Edward IV, Richard III, the historical accuracy, from general view at the background, politics to everyday life details --> the historical fiction at its absolute best.
Characters so real that I could almost touch them.
Emotions.
Sharon Kay Penman writes stories in a way that forces you to see a different perspective, to ask what is the historical truth, she asks you to not transform complex truths into simplified falsehoods.
I have too much and too little to say about this book....more
Like Here Be Dragons --> a remarkable, magnificent, gripping historical fiction that is the best textbook for the history you can imagine. Simon de MoLike Here Be Dragons --> a remarkable, magnificent, gripping historical fiction that is the best textbook for the history you can imagine. Simon de Montfort's life, his story was amazing, I have no words to describe it. He was a man with virtues and flaws. He wasn't a saint. But he was a man with a vision (again, like Llewelyn in the previous book) and with determination to make it real. Some visions become true in a hero's life, some after years or centuries, some die... Nonetheless, people who are able to fight for their principles are worth be remembered. I admire how Penman tried to show us all those people and their life. There was no judgment. Their deeds speak for themself.
I started this book with tears in my eyes because in the first chapters I had to say goodbye to heroes from the 'Here Be Dragons'. It wasn't easy, because Penman's storytelling makes you feel them and for them. And now I am compelled (my whole heart is screaming) to read the next part. But what then? I ask you: what next?? Do you know the feeling, after reading a superb book, when you can't imagine that there are others yet? Yes, I know, there are other novels by Penman, there are those by Elizabeth Chadwick, and by many other writers. But at this moment I root only for the characters from Welsh Princes series....more
"Sometimes the best part of loving somebody is loving them even though they've hurt you. Listen to me, Joel. Any fool can love somebody who's perfe
"Sometimes the best part of loving somebody is loving them even though they've hurt you. Listen to me, Joel. Any fool can love somebody who's perfect, somebody who does everything right. But that doesn't stretch your soul. Your soul only gets stretched when you can still love somebody after they've hurt you."
Yes, it wasn't typical SEP romance. No athlete and rather little humor (although one of the last scenes - with betting - was pricelessly funny). But what a great novel it was!
I can't decide if I liked more the parts about the beggings/the emerging personal computer industry or the love stories. And adding to this: what plot-twists! I don't remember when I was so much surprised about romance.
I think that it was so marvelous because Mrs Phillips created interesting characters. They simply led the story. Again, I can't decide which one I loved the most. They were such perfectly imperfect.
"You've made a mistake, [here I have deleted the name, it would have been a spoiler]. Don't you see? I've turned into your vision of me. And the woman you've created won't put up with you any longer."
A gripping, touching, interesting and heart-squeezing story about friendship and loneliness.
This book is so
A guy needs somebody - to be near him.
A gripping, touching, interesting and heart-squeezing story about friendship and loneliness.
This book is so powerful that I have two options: write a very long and deep review or send you to someone who has written what I think. I take the second option. I recommend to read Dillwynia Peter's review....more
"Isn't this worth fighting for?" Dennis smiled as he answered the question: "It's worth more than that; it's worth—not fighting for!"
This book was
"Isn't this worth fighting for?" Dennis smiled as he answered the question: "It's worth more than that; it's worth—not fighting for!"
This book was (and in many ways still is, sadly) a priceless message/manifesto.
We want more light, more breathing-space, more tolerance and understanding: not this narrow-minded wholesale condemnation and covering-up; this instinctive shuddering and turning away from a side of nature that, like every other side, has its right to a hearing, its right to open discussion."
Reading today, in XXI century it was poignant and eye-opening because I didn't know the history of the pacifism in the times of IWW at all. And what I know now... No wonder that (in May 1918) the book was banned, officially, because of the pacifism.
However magnificently England may think to figure in the world's history after the war, the gross stupidity and cruelty of the way she has treated the genuine pacifists should stand as an eternal blot upon her honour."
Reading it when it was first published had to be mind-blowing.
They don't know the ghastliness of having to pretend to be as normal as they, and all the while to be stifling and suppressing the most vital side of yourself - the love-side.
It is a gem. Must-read (not only) for every fighter of human rights. It was about respect for otherness (homosexual and other levels of Kinsey scale, Jews, working class, Irish, women, nations other than your own) and about pacifism.
Being in the minority doesn't imply being in the wrong.
I could quote many fragments. The novel was full of great, wise and moving speeches. But don't think they made the book boring - no way. I admit I had a little trouble at the beginning. It didn't grip me from the first site, but after the first scenes, I was a slave of the book.
There's such a lot to be done 'some day', isn't there?
If I didn't convince you to read it that means I wrote my review badly. Forgive me and despite it, read the book.
"but I maintain that anything that puts itself outside the general rule and diverges too widely from the ordinary type, is an undesirable element, and should be barred out." "That means that you'd bar out genius too, and lots of other fine qualities that only exist in the brains of people who are exceptions to the rule"
...at sixteen, experience was an unnecessary and usually baffling obstacle to her imagination.
It was a phenomenal study of personality like Angel,
...at sixteen, experience was an unnecessary and usually baffling obstacle to her imagination.
It was a phenomenal study of personality like Angel, the heroine.
"A holiday wouldn't do any good, or make any difference. I should have to take myself with me." "And what is so very wrong in that," he tried to sound robust, but the change in her disconcerted him. "It is myself I need a holiday from," she said.
I confess, I truly didn't like her. She annoyed me and made me angry. I can't bear such persons. I saw constantly an inordinate vanity and an insufferable touchiness, a humorless nature and a complete lack of self-awareness. But Elizabeth Taylor told about her in a fascinating way, so I couldn't stop reading it.
Until now she had thought of love with bleak distaste. She wanted to dominate the world, not one person.
Of course, other characters were also interesting, Esmé, Nora, Theo, Marvell.
Reading about Angel's novels I had the feeling that they sounded a bit like Ethel M. Dell's romances. And then, in 'Introduction' (I like to read an introduction at the end) I read the same comparison. (Yet, I hope Dell wasn't like Angel.) Although, I have found information that the character of Angel was inspired by Marie Corelli.
It wasn't a funny chick-lit but it wasn't also a melodrama that forces you to cry or stop breathing.
There weren't sentencesA tasteful beautiful novel.
It wasn't a funny chick-lit but it wasn't also a melodrama that forces you to cry or stop breathing.
There weren't sentences like from a psychological guide or obvious human studies.
The plot was rather predictable and (save for events that gathered the characters together) there weren't bigger events etc.
What was it? What did it have?
The charm. The story and the narration were like a gentle beautiful melody. The stories of the characters told about many important things like grieving, love, being rejected, happiness, loneliness.
Perhap that was the worst of all. Not having someone to remember things with.
Since my first book by Rosamunde Pilcher, I knew that her cozy way of writing the stories and describing people and places is one of my favourites.
PS I have just read that she died this year in February...[*]...more
To me, it is a sacrosanct and personal book. It touched those parts of my soul I had thought that were too personal to find them somewhere else (e.g. To me, it is a sacrosanct and personal book. It touched those parts of my soul I had thought that were too personal to find them somewhere else (e.g. in a novel).
In the copy, I have borrowed on LibriVox was also an article by Dorothy Canfield, published in the same year as the novel, entitled "Marital Relations". These two publications created an important message for all of us.
What we ought to realize about marriage is, first of all, that, like every other human relationship, it is a problem that is never completely solved and settled, once and for all, until both parties are dead and buried. And secondly, that it is an intensely personal affair and that nobody on earth can know as much about it as the two people involved. Consequently, advice and pressure from the outside are always given on the basis of insufficient information, and have at least a fifty-fifty chance of being wrong.
In the novel, one can see:
--> the heavy, crushing impact of tradition (social rules that one is expected to respect) on a human being --> how different people can be from what is expected from them --> what is (should be) a motherhood (fatherhood) --> how big impact on children have parents --> women in the marriages.
and also:
--> passion of young (rather small) entrepreneurs --> the beginning of modern consumerism.
It was one of these books that are perfect to discuss. But I am not going to touch (in my review) all things that are worth it, otherwise, it would be a very long review.
The plot was rather predictable but it wasn't important. The important thing was how the family as a whole and its members changed after perhaps small and common change (in our modern eyes). From the beginning, I understood what was the source of Helen's helplessness and passivity (the feeling that she is not able to please her mother), Henry's weakness (the fear of his mother), Stephen's anger (the attempt to attract the attention of a mother), Lester's depression and Eva's unhappiness (the roles forced by society). Of course, they were more complicated, I have mentioned just some of their issues.
Dorothy Canfield Fisher was an advocate of the Montessori method. It was obvious in the novel. I am not going to tell if this method is the best (I simply don't know) but definitely, it is better than traditional upbringing.
What made the biggest impact on me was Eva as a mother and the reasons why she wasn't a good mother (in the meaning of upbringing children). She loved them, without a doubt, she loved them passionately. But her personality wasn't a personality of a mother because she lived from task to task, from goal to goal, from plan to plan. Upbringing a child is endless, there are no plans for it, there are no goals you can achieve and finish the task, there is no end. For people like Eva (and me) motherhood (upbringing children) is like a poison that kills a mother and children. Eva was lucky, she had Lester as a husband, not all such women have such luck (I don't, I love my partner and in this aspect, he has a personality like me, so we will stay childless).
As I wrote, this book was very moving and important to me. I will stay in some kind of awareness for some time yet. I have problems with articulating my feelings about this book so I quote below a few more examples, what I have extracted:
A profound depression came upon her. These were the moments in a mother's life about which nobody ever warned you, about which everybody kept a deceitful silence, the fine books and the speakers who had so much to say about the sacredness of maternity. They never told you that there were moments of arid clear sight when you saw helplessly that your children would never measure up to your standard, never would be really close to you, because they were not your kind of human beings, because they were not your children, but merely other human beings for whom you were responsible. How solitary it made you feel!
Eva had passionate love and devotion to give them, but neither patience nor understanding. There was no sacrifice in the world which she would not joyfully make for her children except to live with them.
Lester said to himself, shivering, "What a ghastly thing to have sensitive, helpless human beings absolutely in the power of other human beings! Absolute, unquestioned power! Nobody can stand that. It's cold poison. How many wardens of prisons are driven sadistically mad with it!"
Anybody who knows anything knows how delicate and exacting a matter it is to try to tune in harmony two human beings, almost constitutionally out of tune even with themselves, full of strange complicated weaknesses and unexpected beauties and strength. Add to that the element of children, each of whom brings a full equipment of strange unexplored possiblities, and any fool can see that no outside complications are needed to make the problem a difficult one.
It wasn't because Eva had not tried her best. She had nearly killed herself trying. But she had been like a gifted mathematician set to paint a picture.
Ah! Vanitas Vanitatum! which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?—come, children, let us shut up
Ah! Vanitas Vanitatum! which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?—come, children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out.
What a satire! What a masterpiece!
I have so many thoughts - I will try to put here some of them.
--> The description of the British society at the beginning of the XIX century was brilliantly overwhelming. Thackeray picked all commonly known personalities and he was quite 'cruel' to them.
What causes young people to "come out," but the noble ambition of matrimony? What sends them trooping to watering-places? What keeps them dancing till five o'clock in the morning through a whole mortal season? What causes them to labour at pianoforte sonatas
Her heart was dead long before her body. She had sold it to become Sir Pitt Crawley's wife. Mothers and daughters are making the same bargain every day in Vanity Fair
But what avail all these accomplishments, in Vanity Fair, to girls who are short, poor, plain, and have a bad complexion?
I wonder how many families are driven to roguery and to ruin by great practitioners in Crawley's way?—how many great noblemen rob their petty tradesmen, condescend to swindle their poor retainers out of wretched little sums and cheat for a few shillings?
--> Part of me is furious with Thackeray. He ripped a romantical version. And for a fan of Regency romances - it is like treason.
--> He gave us Dobbin and Amelia to sweeten the 'sourness', and it was hard not sigh for Dobbin. But how many times I wanted to shake Amelia!
His blushes, his stumbles, his awkwardness, and the number of feet which he crushed as he went back to his place, who shall describe or calculate?
--> There were so many wise timeless words to remember.
One of the great conditions of anger and hatred is, that you must tell and believe lies against the hated object, in order, as we said, to be consistent
Are not there little chapters in everybody's life, that seem to be nothing, and yet affect all the rest of the history?
how credulous we are, and how sceptical, how soft and how obstinate, how firm for others and how diffident about ourselves
Did we know what our intimates and dear relations thought of us, we should live in a world that we should be glad to quit, and in a frame of mind and a constant terror, that would be perfectly unbearable
A comfortable career of prosperity, if it does not make people honest, at least keeps them so
And for my part I believe that remorse is the least active of all a man's moral senses—the very easiest to be deadened when wakened, and in some never wakened at all. We grieve at being found out and at the idea of shame or punishment, but the mere sense of wrong makes very few people unhappy in Vanity Fair.
Which, I wonder, brother reader, is the better lot, to die prosperous and famous, or poor and disappointed? To have, and to be forced to yield; or to sink out of life, having played and lost the game? That must be a strange feeling, when a day of our life comes and we say, "To-morrow, success or failure won't matter much, and the sun will rise, and all the myriads of mankind go to their work or their pleasure as usual, but I shall be out of the turmoil."
The truth is, that by economy and good management—by a sparing use of ready money and by paying scarcely anybody—people can manage, for a time at least, to make a great show with very little means
--> It is disturbingly still valid.
If every person is to be banished from society who runs into debt and cannot pay—if we are to be peering into everybody's private life, speculating upon their income, and cutting them if we don't approve of their expenditure—why, what a howling wilderness and intolerable dwelling Vanity Fair would be! Every man's hand would be against his neighbour in this case, my dear sir, and the benefits of civilization would be done away with. We should be quarrelling, abusing, avoiding one another. Our houses would become caverns, and we should go in rags because we cared for nobody. Rents would go down. Parties wouldn't be given any more. All the tradesmen of the town would be bankrupt. --> Again, how disturbing.
--> I admit, there were times I wanted to skip paragraphs when I had enough of some descriptions, some people. But, as the whole - great enjoyment....more
A masterpiece. One of the best books I have ever read.
It wasn't just a novel, it was a philosophy, a textbook, a guide, the naked truth.
Among other
A masterpiece. One of the best books I have ever read.
It wasn't just a novel, it was a philosophy, a textbook, a guide, the naked truth.
Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You're by no means alone on that score,
I don't know what to say. A brilliant coming of age story, a remarkable young angst, a truthful and bold criticism of American (West) society (the criticism is valid today). This book was pretending nothing, wasn't trying to be delicate. It was a harsh true - you can take it or stay in the illusion.
It was written for adults and I think that most of the adolescent readers lose something, although still, they can get much from it.
It was very touching too. When Holden was telling Phoebe who he would like to become, my heartbeat stopped for a while.
If a body catch a body coming through the rye
...
I am not sure what J.D. Salinger wanted to tell us. I am sure he had an observant eye, he saw many aspects of human being and society as they truly were, not as wishful thinking. I am sure I am going to re-read it someday....more