Whoah. Went through Franny And Zooey in less than forty-eight hours. It`s been a while since a story has held me so thoroughly in its grasp. A wonderful, unsentimental and honest way to relate to experiences I find myself very personally acquainted with. I could say that a certain anguish is experienced by reading about characters and situations that are so close to both what i experienced years ago (to be in possession of this book five years ago would have simplified matters) and to how i relate to myself at present.
Too bad really, to be so heavily reliant on literature for my situational awareness. Especially since awareness is a prerequisite for the capacity to elaborate but not always a facilitator. It also raises so many problematic questions about the nature of beings relation to authority as to make me want to breathe fire. Which I can probably learn, if I ever join the circus.
Knowing now that these are known patterns one wishes one knew what those who knew the patterns now know.
Yeah
"Franny And Zooey" has that sweet smell of the fifties which I`ve occasionally encountered and loved.
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