Sunday, May 3, 2015

Blog Six

In my book, The Catcher In The Rye the book is being narrated in first person point of view by the main character, Holden. He lives in New York City and has been to about four different schools. The reason he keeps moving schools is because he always gets kicked out for having flunked out every subject, except English (his favorite topic). With all the schools he has been to, he notices how "phony" as he says everyone is. After being in a fight with his roommate Stradlater because of he goes out with Holden's old friend, Jane, he realizes that he doesn't want to stay at Pencey until Christmas Break because how snotty everyone is. He has quite a lot of cash on him so he makes his way to a hotel, enters the Lavender Room wanting his favorite drink, Scotch and a Coke. He's only 16 or 17, and he makes his way back up to the room making some stupid decisions. The next day he does the same, but he gets really drunk, to make his way back home to talk to his little sister, Phoebe. Out of everything in the world, he has trouble find things he enjoys, he finds out later, something he really loves is his little brother and sister.

A signpost that came up in this book is a memory moment. That moment is when Stradlater asks Holden to write his composition for him. He writes about Allie, his little brother, who died when they were in Maine from leukemia on July 18th, 1946. Anyway, the composition was about Allie's left handed baseball glove. He remembers poems being written every where on the baseball mitt. In the book it says, "My brother Allie had this left handed fielders mitt. He was left handed. The thing that was descriptive about it, though, was that he had poems written all over the fingers and the pocket and everywhere. In green ink. He wrote them on it so that he'd have something to read when he was in the field and nobody was up to bat." It didn't matter if Allie was dead or not. Holden still loves him, he loves him no matter if he was dead or alive, he even says "you don't stop loving someone just because they're dead".

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