The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
Little, Brown and Co., 1951
214 pgs, 5 stars
SUMMARY: The Catcher in the Rye is my favorite book. If you don’t know, now you know reader (yes, that’s a Biggie reference). There are a lot of haters when it comes to Catcher. Tons of people think it’s just angsty-rich-white-boy nonsense. I HEAR you. Holden can be a lot to take. His language is repetitive and he’s a Debby-downer. He’s no hero. He’s not fighting for any cause. He’s not even doing a great job of getting by. But he’s real and funny and sad. Basically, he’s human. He’s not perfect or even trying to be. He’s just young and devastated by the loss of his brother, trying to figure out what life means and what he’s supposed to do with it.
FASHION: That said, you should always wear a “I heart haters” hat while reading this book. The heart matches the book cover, and let’s face it, Holden is a hater. One of the most notorious haters to be exact. PHONY is plastered all over his inner monologue, which constitutes most of the book. We wear it proud, Holden, because even though you’d probably hate-on us in real life, we love you anyways.
Cloak yourself in that prep school blazer that shows everyone that you’re tragically white. Pull on those yellow pants to match Holden’s (at least partially) yellow character AND the cover, obv; and slip into a pair of flats because you’ll be doing a lot of walking and climbing through windows in NYC. Plus, you’ve go to be prepared to run like the devil when you shout “sleep tight ya morons” to the kids in your dorm.
Line your eyes liberally with black makeup. Show everyone you’ve had it rough. All those sleepless nights getting hit-on by old professors, beat-up by pimps, and drunk off cheap whiskey really take their toll on a kid.
Top off the look with a leather bound journal, because Holden is a boss at writing compositions. Remember the one he wrote about his brother’s baseball mit? Damn near broke my heart.