He is so kind that he is so fragile that he can't integrate into this evil society. His kindness touched me and made me want to cry.
How can you be so kind? He hates people not using leather boxes, because he hates his own leather boxes to make others feel inferior and even hide. He is cynical about everything he sees, but he doesn't like everything, but he is genuinely afraid and uncomfortable about everything he sees. He bought roller skates for the boring life of his aging history teacher, for the old man carrying luggage in the hotel, for his dead brother (this heartbreak, really heartbreak, I'm not kidding), and for his mother who was fired for asking "one million stupid questions" to the clerk. He felt scared and uneasy, because the prostitute who met by chance but blackmailed him went shopping like an ordinary girl, and even because the beloved pianist Ernie could never know that she actually played the piano badly sometimes. He hates brainless girls, but he respects them more than anyone else. He loves those really smart girls with his heart, so much so that I can't believe that an adolescent boy can have such a delicate and gentle mood.
He is beautiful, and the novel emphasizes it more than once. Well-off Sensitive and intelligent, loves reading, and writes well. He is the captain of the fencing team. He is good at golf and can make sports short films, but he refused because he hates "fucking movies". Making a short film about something he hates will make him feel like a hypocrite. And all this, can't make him happy, can't let him live well in this world, those fools, idiots, perverts in his eyes (I agree with him, not extreme), but they can enjoy themselves, which is really a bit weird.
If you take my advice, I will say that he is a moral and neat person. Unlike us, we are sometimes immoral and sometimes moral, but we can understand the immorality of others. We are selfish mortals and happy majority, so we still like this world.
Again, people who see everything too thoroughly are often unhappy. Holden admits that you must think all this "just right" so as not to feel sorry for the world.
Salinger has fully integrated into Holden. If I write such a perfect character, I will definitely write him as an ideal. If I were Salinger, writing about such a boy's ambition will definitely make every girl fall in love with him, and every boy is eager to be him.
If you can understand his despair after lying, his anger when swearing, his childlike heart under neurotic action, his loneliness and anguish in the face of the world, even if you can't understand him, as long as you can understand something, you won't think he is rebellious. His heart is soft, but he is too calm. What he said makes you laugh, but at the same time, his nose is a little sour. When he loves you, he is gentle and quiet. When he looks down on you, he looks down on himself. His true satire on some people is enough to wake people up.
And such people seem destined not to enjoy the happiness of mortals, live in their own world, smash windows or suddenly tap dance. How much I understand and love such people, but it seems doomed to be unhappy. What is even more frightening is that when they are truly understood and loved, they will instinctively resist all the confusion and optimism that can make them live, and persistence can make people crazy and sober.
I haven't finished reading it. I don't want to finish it so soon. I'm watching carefully. It's like eating the best dessert. I can't bear to eat it all at once. I'm afraid to eat it. The rest of my life is empty. I'm afraid to eat it. I forgot the touch that just entered my heart. I don't have a heartbreaking love-hate relationship, but my heart aches for him.
I also think this is a more basic work, which transcends class, age and national boundaries. As long as you think about it, you will feel the same as Holden. After reading it, I already feel that I will never forget this novel. This is not touching, not knowing, not understanding, not these emotions. This is the only novel that hits the soul directly. Greater than Athena is the real Athena. I can't help smiling. I want to smile at the same world. Decades later, the world is still the same. We are contemporaries and in the same place as holden. This is anti-humanity and love for human beings. As long as there are human beings, you can see The Catcher in the Rye, and you will feel that you are talking to yourself. That's it. There will always be a Holden in your heart. From then on, I will talk to you quietly.