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Classic Literature. Fiction. Literature. HTML:"Perhaps the best book by the foremost stylist of his generation" (New York Times), J. D. Salinger's Franny and Zooey collects two works of fiction about the Glass family originally published in The New Yorker."Everything everybody does is soâ??I don't knowâ??not wrong, or even mean, or even stupid necessarily. But just so tiny and meaningless andâ??sad-making. And the worst part is, if you go bohemian or something crazy like that, you're conforming just as much only in a different way." A novel in two halves, Franny and Zooey brilliantly captures the emotional strains and traumas of entering adulthood. It is a gleaming example of the wit, precision, and poignancy that have made J. D. Salinger one of America's most beloved… (more)
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To me the joy of Salinger is in the details. It's practically like reading Proust in some ways. The action is incredibly slowed down by the dense narration of every infinitesimal second as it
It seems quaint. The smoking, the telephones, the plots of Zooey's television scripts. The New York-ness when they don't even leave the apartment. Most of all the books. No those aren't quaint, they're loveable, the sagging shelves of dog-earred paperbacks.
How does the Glass family manage to be so charming, loveable, tragic and broken all at once? And a little loathsome with their self-aggrandizing, painfully over-intellectualized, rants at each other and themselves?
And what about the religion in it? Does Zooey really believe there's a bit of Jesus in every one of us, in every member of any audience, and that he (as well as Franny) has to act his best for them? And that makes Franny feel better after her intellectual crisis, which in a way was really about how unbearably stupid the rest of the people in the world seem to be if you're a Glass? And lastly, am I an insufferable idiot for empathizing with that feeling? Or does everyone feel that the rest of the world is unbelievably moronic too? During the reign of Bush II this certainly has seemed often to be the case.
Do we still have any doubt why Salinger stopped publishing?
The best part is Franny’s little monologue on the phone, at the end of the second part (“Zooey”). She provides us with a fresh and sensible account of everything the reader has been suffering from her
Zooey is arrogant and his jokes are poor, but the narrator (not Franny) seems to think of him as a brave and tormented ĂĽbermensch.
The narrator also thinks that mental breakdowns are best cured with ideas. Get your ideas straight and… up you go, into the world!
Contrary to popular belief this is not a wise book.
Beautiful.
This whole book seems to take place in the course of about four scenes with only four characters, but it is so beautiful and true. Franny is a young college girl who's realized
Her slightly older brother Zooey is just as disenchanted with the world, but has come to a stalemate with it: not living through his life as a weeping mess, but not living to the fullest either. Both learn something about their enlightened state of mind when Zooey tries to help Franny out of her funk and come to realize they'll need to find a way to survive without losing this enlightenment or being a slave to it.
I personally connected with this book due to it's message as I have become more and more disillusioned by the falsities in the modern world. Franny and Zooey show that this is not necessarily a negative outlook, but that it must be made to be less traumatizing and debilitating. A wonderful thinking book for our times.
If you want action, look elsewhere. This isn't a conventionally exciting book. It's dialogue-heavy. Most of it takes place in a single setting. Not much happens, in a physical sense.
But if you want a book that does wonders with familial themes, uses dialogue
I'm in awe of Salinger, I really am. He has an amazing gift for revealing the inner workings of a person's mind without directly stating anything. He gives the reader all the pieces, then lets her put them together for herself. His dialogue has a real theatrical feel to it; it's almost as though we're actually there with Franny and Zooey, watching their conversations play out. It's amazing, pure and simple.
You should read it. You really, really should.
Franny and Zooey is a wonderful and unique (at least for me) book. The first and shorter part of the novel, “Franny” introduces us to Franny Glass, a college coed who arrives on a train to spend a special football weekend with her Ivy League boyfriend at his school. I went to a small liberal arts college and I remember spending a couple of weekends like that—except I didn’t have to take a train because my school was coed. The second part of the story is called “Zooey” and introduces us to the Glass family and especially Franny’s brother, Zooey who is about 5 years older than she but closest to her because they are the two youngest siblings. This is a character driven novel with essentially no plot. We learn about the characters by their interactions,, conversations, and observations made by the “narrator” who is actually a much older brother that we meet at the very beginning of the book. I found the characters wonderful and the conversations fascinating and revealing and the descriptions vivid. Bottom line: I laughed, I cried, and I often stopped to “ponder” about these people. I can hardly wait to find the other stories he’s written about this family. Highly recommended.
As a short story, Franny is magnificent, and very humourous, as Franny's boyfriend Lane holds his pretentious monologue, while Franny is apparently bored to death. It is a great short story.
The novella Zooey, on the other hand, is an obscure story with oblique meaning, which is made more difficult when attempting to see the two pieces as a unity.
Both stories seem to explore the theme of veneration, Lane who is driven by his ideals of pursuing a career in literature, Zooey, by the admiration for his elder brother, whose (four-year old) letter he keeps reading, and Franny in her adoration of the spiritual guidebook, she carries with her. Their forms of devotion all seem very typical of adolescents growing up, and finding their own way.
Some 55 years later I am Zooey, or
There is so much about the book left unsaid that it's almost annoying, but the description of the time and the caricatures of people were pretty much spot on. I think I would really like to know if Salinger himself was as affected as his characterizations.
This is no kind of review but I can't do better with it. I will say that I know why it's no longer on reading lists in high school - I can't imagine any of the teenagers I know being able to relate to it in any way.
Franny, 20, the youngest of the Glass children, is about to drop out from college as she feels sick of pedants and conceited egos. She desires to be spiritual and to pray incessantly to Jesus whom she later on out of frustration deserts for Buddhism. Franny experiences a spiritual crisis that leads to her nervous breakdown. She feels just as shallow and hypocritical as the rest of humanity.
Zooey, 25, a handsome aspiring actor, is an underachiever in the standard of the Glass family. His eldest brother Seymour had a doctoral degree but committed suicide during his vacation in Florida. His next elder brother Buddy cajoles him to obtain a doctoral degree just so he has something to fall back to if the show business doesn't work out. In helping Franny to snap out of her crisis, Zooey's bitterness toward his elder brothers inevitably surfaces that out of jaundice he expressions his feeling like being haunted by a house-full of ghost and half-dead ghost (since Buddy follows Seymour's model but he doesn't commit suicide).
At various points of the book am I stuck with doubts and unanswered questions regarding Franny's sufferings. To say the least even though the book touches upon some religious overtones but the core of which revolves around the idea of human ego, detachment, harmony and temperance. The novel affords a snapshot of how elder adult siblings can significantly influence their younger siblings at an early stage and formulate their mind. Readers shall catch a glimpse of the clash between old-schooled values and novel insights of the younger generation within a family.
3.5 stars
One of the greatest American literary tragedies is the small amount of Glass family stories created by J.D. Salinger. We know each member, except Les the patriarch, from novels and stories. But we don't know
We do, however, really get to know the two youngest in this most perfect novel. In the first section, Franny goes up to Yale for a football game and falls apart over a plate of snails and her awful boyfriend. Then, Zooey shaves and tolerates his mother's invading the bathroom. And then Franny and Zooey talk and act, and nothing in my world was ever the same. Even at age twelve, when I first pulled it from my parents' bookcase, I knew that there could be nothing better on any subsequent pages, ever. And now I treasure my hardcover copy, $4.00 for the ninth printing, and try and imagine coming across these siblings for the first time in stories in the New Yorker. I was born too late.
Salinger has wonderfully evocative, comic gifts, which are in full display in the scene, in the first story, of Lane and Franny in the restaurant on the day of the big football game, and in the second story, of Bessie, the mother, insisting on entering the bathroom to carry on an extended conversation while her son Zooey is lounging in the bath.
But neither story has a plot, unless you count the fact that in both stories Franny, the youngest Glass child at age 20, is obsessed with saying the Jesus prayer ("Lord Jesus Christ have mercy on me) over and over. It's an obsession that disturbs her date, Lane, and her brother, Zooey, though in neither story is there any resolution of this conflict. By the end of the second story, the brilliant dialogue that Salinger writes has become tiresome, while Zooey's constant repetition of how he hates phonies winds up being, you guessed it, phony in its own right.