Rezension zu "Franny and Zooey" von Jerome David Salinger
I don't even know if this dissapointing piece of writing can be classified as a real book, for is only has 130 very closely printed pages, however, I am actually happy that it was that short since it bored me from the first page to the last!
Where do I begin? The "story" - there actually is no such thing as a story. The book is divided into three unequal parts, almost randomly seeming. The first part of the narration revolves around Franny, a high-sprung Ivy League student, visiting her WASP boyfriend in some New England town (yeah, everything is so East Coast, baby!). While at a posh resaturant, her chauvinistic BF rambles on in an annoying monologue about his academic endeavours. For some reason or other, Franny thus gets all worked up about university being to theoretic and academic and other blabla, resulting in her fainting on the way to the bathroom. She then retreats to her parents place in New York to sleep for days and not eat. This crazyness is apparantly due to her having read a semi-religious book about frequent prayer and the power of sacred words.
Her equally high-sprung intellectually gifted brother Zooey is instructed to get her out of her slump. He does so by talking to her in a way that annoys the living daylight out of me.
To me, both of them seem to be priviliged little shits who have no worry in the world and thus try to create problems which are none. I could feel sympathetic to Holden Caulfield, but those little self-pitying rich kids are simply obnoxious!