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A sharp and poignant snapshot of the crises of youth - from the acclaimed author of The Catcher in the Rye
'Everything everybody does is so - I don't know - not wrong, or even mean, or even stupid necessarily. But just so tiny and meaningless and - 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.'
First published in the New Yorker as two sequential stories, 'Franny' and 'Zooey' offer a dual portrait of the two youngest members of J. D. Salinger's fictional Glass family.
'Salinger's masterpiece' Guardian
Forlag Penguin
Utgivelsesår 2010
Format Heftet
ISBN13 9780241950449
EAN 9780241950449
Genre Klassisk litteratur
Språk Engelsk
Sider 144
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Start en diskusjon om verket Se alle diskusjoner om verketIf you can't, or won't, think of Seymour, then you go right ahead and call in some ignorant psychoanalyst. You just do that. You just call in some analyst who's experienced in adjusting people to the joys of television, and Life magazine every Wednesday, and European travel, and the H-bomb, and Presidential elections, and the front page of the Times, and God knows what else that's gloriously normal.
there are nice things in the world – I mean nice things. We’re all such morons to get so sidetracked. Always, always, always referring every goddam thing that happens right back to our lousy little egos.
I’m sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.
I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.
He had a theory, Walt, that the religious life, and all the agony that goes with it, is just something God sicks on people who have the gall to accuse Him of having created an ugly world.
God instructs the heart, not by ideas, but by pains and contradictions.
I just hope that one day - preferably when we're both blind drunk - we can talk about it.
We’re freaks, that’s all. Those two bastards got us nice and early and made us into freaks with freakish standards, that’s all. We’re the Tattooed Lady, and we’re never going to have a minute’s peace, the rest of our lives, until everybody else is tattooed, too.