It’s Just a Book, for Chrissakes

If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want me to say is how great the Catcher in the Rye is, and how it changed my life, and all that existential angst kind of crap, but I don’t feel like saying that if you want to know the truth.

It’s just a book for chrissakes, about some lousy goddamn kid who goes to New York for a few days. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s phony books. Don’t even mention that Holden Caulfield guy to me. So he’s a bit screwed up and all. So what. And don’t start talking about the human condition either, I’m touchy as hell about that. We’ve all gone through that madman stuff, I don’t need some goddamn crazy author telling me how it feels. I know how it feels. I swear to God, if I ever saw that J.D.Salinger I’d go right up to him and tell him what a corny book he’s written. I’d really get a bang out of that.

You know, I’m the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life. It’s awful. If I read a great book and somebody asked me if I liked it, I’m liable to say I hated it. It’s terrible.

Catcher in the Rye – a masterpiece of American vernacular and all.

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