Franny and Zooey

Finally finished. Felt like wading through bullshit. I guess the gist was purely the beatnik thing. Everyone, young people anyway, were looking for something higher. Something more spiritually. So Zooey searches for Jesus, unbeknownst to her that Jesus is in everyone she meets. Initially she feels the world is petty and small. People are materialistic and out of her realm. She comes to find she is no better and has no right to judge.

The story is apparently a combination of two stories Salinger wrote in the New Yorker. (a magazine I wish I had the enterprise to read.) Full of words I sorely needed to look up. He is an adjective master. Also tends to be long winded. Goes the long way to state his point. Excessively descriptive. I could see Franny's every movement as she picked up the phone to talk to "Buddy." I could almost understand how Zooey felt as he was trying to tell Franny that she was no different than the rest of the family. She just needed to find her way.

Made me want to write. Made me want to highlight words and break out the dictionary! Made me feel uneducated. Perhaps the Glass children were just overeducated. Or overstimulated. Or not stimulated enough. Seemed like a upper middle class family with nothing better to do than go on pilgrimages to search for God.