Salinger's Franny and Zooey
I don't get Salinger. I don't get why he is both critically and popularly acclaimed. This book is supposed to be on the relation between art and religion and explores various ideas in various ways.
My major problem with Salinger is that he writes about elitist douche-bags, which is fine, but he not only doesn't realize that they are douche-bags, but he treats them as heroic characters, which they are not. The characters here are damaged, but they are all raving narcissists and that is very close to my least favorite form of psychological damage.
The writing is fine and the characterization adequate, but Salinger's values and insights hold zero appeal for me.
Shouldn't be considered a classic.
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