It was a travesty of literary justice that we waited until J. D. Salinger finally hit the delete key at 91 before admitting that Catcher in the Rye stinks. The book’s only virtue is that it captures, with annoying accuracy, the maunderings of a twerp. The book’s only pleasure is in slamming the cover shut—simpler than slamming the door shut on a real Holden Caulfield, if less satisfying.Meanwhile, don't even get La Parisienne and me started on how much we hate Kerouac.
UPDATE: I just found this. Awesome.
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5 comments:
I never liked admitting that I hate the book. Now I feel like I am in good company.
Maybe I should start a series of posts on "Books That We Hate" or perhaps "Critically Acclaimed Rubbish."
First up: "Ulysses" by James Joyce. BOOOOOOOO!!!!
I like Critically Acclaimed Rubbish. Don't forget to add On the Road. Whiny hypocrisy is not great literature. You should read Parker's review. It is a thing of beauty.
Just wanted to say I really enjoy your blog! Keep up the great work!!
Steve
Common Cents
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@LP: Done. Note new tag.
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