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J.D Salinger, Jesus of Suburbia and Holden Caulfield
A Brief Biography of J.D Salinger 1919-2010 Full name: Jerome David Salinger Grew up in Manhattan, New York Dad was Jewish, mother was Scottish –Irish Went to prep school and military school; hated rules and structure Went to Europe at age 18-19 Attended New York University and took writing classes at Columbia University; published short stories in magazines Praised Melville, but wasn’t as fond of Hemmingway and Steinbeck as writers Was known to be sarcastic, sour at times Fought in WWII, battle left him emotionally scarred Married a French doctor named Sylvia in 1945; they divorced in 1955 Salinger's first novel, The Catcher in the Rye was published in 1951 It immediately a Book-of-the-Month Club selection and won huge international acclaim. It sells still some 250 000 copies annually. Salinger did not do much to help publicity, and asked that his photograph should not be used in connection with the book. Later he turned down requests for movie adaptations of the book. He met Claire Douglas and convinced her to drop out of University 4 months shy of graduation They married and had two children together: Margaret (1955) and Matthew (1960) Salinger committed himself fully to yoga and forms of Christian Scientology, along with Claire Became increasingly reclusive and obsessive in his radical nutritional practices (i.e.: drinking urine and vomiting to cleanse the body) He divorced Claire in 1967 and he retreated into further recluse and Buddhism. He moved from New York to New Hampshire and hid away from the public, writing, but not publishing
Catching Controversy and Scandal At the time of its publication, Catcher in the Rye was viewed as racy and inappropriate for adolescent readers because of its “mature content” (offensive language, premarital sex, alcohol abuse and prostitution). According to some extremist theories, the book is an FBI or CIA tool for mind control. Mark David Chapman, murderer of musician John Lennon, was carrying the book when he was arrested immediately after the murder and referred to it in his statement to police shortly thereafter. Ironically, Lennon had been reading the book at the time of his death. John Hinckley, Jr., who attempted to assassinate President Ronald Reagan in 1981, was also reported to have been obsessed with the book. Critics see Holden as a disturbing influence on youths they consider to be "social outcasts". Holden is portrayed as a juvenile who rejects and is rejected by many peers and individuals. People like Chapman and Hinckley come to relate themselves to Holden, the person that nobody understands and that can't understand anybody else. Thirty years after its publication in 1945-46, The Catcher in the Rye was both the most banned book in America as well as the second most taught book in public schools.
Catcher and Culture -Vincent Flumiani is the designer behind new menswear brand Caulfield Prepatory - As the name suggests, the looks are stylish and interpret classic preppy pieces in a modern way, from rumpled shirts and heavy cardigans to corduroy's and crested blazers. The label recognizes Holden as an emblem of academic rebellion, the thirst for adventure and the need to escape routine. The brand launched in 2009 and is becoming distinguished in the fashion industry, selling in high-end stores in both the United States and Canada. -Both “The Simpsons” and “Family Guy” have paid homage to Catcher in the Rye in various episodes, further emphasizing its impact on modern culture - Numerous songs have referenced the author and his famous work throughout the ages -i.e: Streetlight Manifesto, Greenday, Pencey Prep
“So-What” Soldier by: Ms. K. Dayan Childhood innocence bursts like a bubble of gum, As He mumbles he’s had an affair with a bottle of rum, But he’s not drunk, and no, he’s not high, Repeats that he’s no Holden Caulfield- No Catcher in the Rye- that’s a lie, He spells his name with a question mark, And sleeps in the closet, safe is where it’s dark, With another shrug of the shoulders, He’s just one of those so-what soldiers, Tripping in ripped jeans and sewn- on patches, Hiding a collection of bruises and scratches, Gone from riding his bike without a single training wheel, To believing he’s only an apparition, questioning what is real, As his brain he crumples wishes like they’re made of paper, He secretly calls out for a faceless savior.
Comprehension Questions Answer the following questions on in the spaces provided in full sentences, baring proper mechanics and spelling in mind. Refer to the text when necessary. Each question is worth 5 marks. 1) Explain how the character’s inner conflict is revealed in the line “he spells his name with a question mark”. 2) What does it mean to be a “so what soldier”? Describe how one appears and behaves in your own words, using the text as a reference. 3) Interpret what a “faceless savior” can be referring to. Name: ______________
“Who Wrote Holden Caulfield?” by: Green Day A thought burst in my head and I need to tell you It's news that I for thought Was it just a dream that happened long ago? I think that I just forgot Well it hasn't been the first time And it sure does drive me mad There's a boy who fogs his world and now he's getting lazy There's no motivation and frustration makes him crazy He makes a plan to take a stand but always ends up sitting. Someone help him up or he's gonna end up quitting I shuffle through my mind To see if I can find The words I left behind Was it just a dream that happened long ago? Oh well... Never mind. Well it hasn't been the first time And it sure does drive me mad There's a boy who fogs his world and now he's getting lazy There's no motivation and frustration makes him crazy He makes a plan to take a stand but always ends up sitting. Someone help him up or he's gonna end up quitting There's a boy who fogs his world and now he's getting lazy There's no motivation and frustration makes him crazy He makes a plan to take a stand but always ends up sitting. Someone help him up or he's gonna end up quitting
I Wrote Holden Caulfield by: Screaching Weasel I loved you for the minute when you decided to tell me the truth I heard you and that night I cried for you I know that you're alone just like everyone else in the world Don't tell me that things don't get better 'cause sometimes they do Sometimes they do and I know they will for you The days are getting shorter and you're forgetting the things you just said I'm hoping that you'll move ahead I wonder if you'll ever come to realize what I always knew I wrote Holden Caulfield and so did you I wanna know if you wanna wake up I wanna know when you'll stop dying for what you've done stop crying for what you've done it's only the past it's only life what have you done that's so bad it's only life so don't waste time why don't you stop crying for what's done for what is done
“Jesus of Suburbia” by: Green Day I'm the son of rage and love The Jesus of Suburbia From the bible of none of the above On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin No one ever died for my sins in hell As far as I can tell At least the ones I got away with And there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix The living room or my private womb While the moms and brats are away To fall in love and fall in debt To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine And there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me [Part 2: City Of The Damned] At the center of the Earth In the parking lot Of the 7-11 where I was taught The motto was just a lie It says home is where your heart is But what a shame Cause everyone's heart Doesn't beat the same It's beating out of time City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned Lost children with dirty faces today No one really seems to care I read the graffiti In the bathroom stall Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall And so it seemed to confess It didn't say much But it only confirmed that The center of the earth Is the end of the world And I could really care less City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned Lost children with dirty faces today No one really seems to care [Part 3: I don't care] I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't care [x4]
“Jesus of Suburbia” Cont’d Everyone is so full of shit Born and raised by hypocrites Hearts recycled but never saved From the cradle to the grave We are the kids of war and peace From Anaheim to the middle east We are the stories and disciples Of the Jesus of suburbia Land of make believe That don't believe in me Land of make believe And I don't believe And I don't care! I don't care! [x4] [Part 4: Dearly beloved] Dearly beloved are you listening? I can't remember a word that you were saying Are we demented or am I disturbed? The space that's in between insane and insecure Oh therapy, can you please fill the void? Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed Nobody's perfect and I stand accused For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse [Part 5: Tales of another broken home] To live and not to breathe Is to die In tragedy To run, to run away To find what you believe And I leave behind This hurricane of fucking lies I lost my faith to this This town that don't exist So I run I run away To the light of masochist And I leave behind This hurricane of f***ing lies And I walked this line A million and one f****ing times But not this time I don't feel any shame I won't apologize When there ain't nowhere you can go Running away from pain When you've been victimized Tales from another broken home You're leaving... You're leaving... You're leaving... Ah you're leaving home...
“Here’s to Life” by: Streetlight Manifesto How did Camus really die that night? Were they right? When he died was it really his time? Or was it suicide? And Holden Caulfield is a friend of mine We go drinking from time to time and I find, it gets harder every time Back Off! You're out on the street again Don't you stop! Did you know you couldn't swim? Back Off! You're out on the street again I'm not going to play if there ain't no way I'll win! Hemingway never seemed to mind the banalities of a normal life and I find, it gets harder every time So he aimed the shotgun into the blue Placed his face in between the two and sighed, "Here's To Life!" Back Off! You're out on the street again Don't you stop! Did you know you couldn't swim? Back Off! You're out on the street again I'm not going to play if there ain't no way I'll win! Hey there Salinger, What did you do? Just when the world was looking at you To write anything, that meant anything You told us you were through And it's been years since you passed away but I see no plaque, and I see no grave. And I can't help believing, you wanted it that way. Vincent Van Gogh, Why do you weep? You were on your way to heaven, but the road was steep And who was there to break your fall? We're guilty, One and All And I don't know much, but I do know this With a golden heart, comes a rebel fist But I can't help agreeing with those that would not quit. And it makes me sick when I think of it All my heroes could not live with this and I hope you rest in peace Because with us, You never did! And K.D.C., you were much too young! And you changed my life! But I draw the line at suicide!