Recensione libro
Sara Biondi
Created on January 23, 2024
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Transcript
Paralleles with other texts and impact on the reader
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Informations about the book
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Index
The dialogue between Holden and Spencer
The minute I went in, I was sort of sorry I'd come. He was reading the Atlantic Monthly, and there were pills and medicine all over the place, and everything smelled like Vicks Nose Drops. It was pretty depressing. I'm not too crazy about sick people, anyway. What made it even more depressing, old Spencer had on this very sad, ratty old bathrobe that he was probably born in or something. I don't much like to see old guys in their pajamas and bathrobes anyway. Their bumpy old chests are always showing. And their legs. Old guys' legs, at beaches and places, always look so white and unhairy. "Hello, sir," I said. "I got your note. Thanks a lot." He'd written me this note asking me to stop by and say good-by before vacation started, on account of I wasn't coming back. "You didn't have to do all that. I'd have come over to say good-by anyway." "Have a seat there, boy," old Spencer said. He meant the bed. I sat down on it. "How's your grippe, sir?" "M'boy, if I felt any better I'd have to send for the doctor," old Spencer said. That knocked him out. He started chuckling like a madman. Then he finally straightened himself out and said, "Why aren't you down at the game? I thought this was the day of the big game." "It is. I was. Only, I just got back from New York with the fencing team," I said. Boy, his bed was like a rock. He started getting serious as hell. I knew he would. "So you're leaving us, eh?" he said. "Yes, sir. I guess I am." He started going into this nodding routine. You never saw anybody nod as much in your life as old Spencer did. You never knew if he was nodding a lot because he was thinking and all, or just because he was a nice old guy that didn't know his ass from his elbow. "What did Dr. Thurmer say to you, boy? I understand you had quite a little chat." "Yes, we did. We really did. I was in his office for around two hours, I guess." "What'd he say to you?" "Oh. . . well, about Life being a game and all. And how you should play it according to the rules. He was pretty nice about it. I mean he didn't hit the ceiling or anything. He just kept talking about Life being a game and all.
You know." "Life is a game, boy. Life is a game that one plays according to the rules." "Yes, sir. I know it is. I know it." Game, my ass. Some game. If you get on the side where all the hot-shots are, then it's a game, all right--I'll admit that. But if you get on the other side, where there aren't any hot-shots, then what's a game about it? Nothing. No game. "Has Dr. Thurmer written to your parents yet?" old Spencer asked me. "He said he was going to write them Monday." "Have you yourself communicated with them?" "No, sir, I haven't communicated with them, because I'll probably see them Wednesday night when I get home." "And how do you think they'll take the news?" "Well. . . they'll be pretty irritated about it," I said. "They really will. This is about the fourth school I've gone to." I shook my head. I shake my head quite a lot. "Boy!" I said. I also say "Boy!" quite a lot. Partly because I have a lousy vocabulary and partly because I act quite young for my age sometimes. I was sixteen then, and I'm seventeen now, and sometimes I act like I'm about thirteen. It's really ironical, because I'm six foot two and a half and I have gray hair. I really do. The one side of my head--the right side-- is full of millions of gray hairs. I've had them ever since I was a kid. And yet I still act sometimes like I was only about twelve. Everybody says that, especially my father. It's partly true, too, but it isn't all true. People always think something's all true. I don't give a damn, except that I get bored sometimes when people tell me to act my age. Sometimes I act a lot older than I am--I really do--but people never notice it. People never notice anything. Old Spencer started nodding again. He also started picking his nose. He made out like he was only pinching it, but he was really getting the old thumb right in there. I guess he thought it was all right to do because it was only me that was in the room. I didn't care, except that it's pretty disgusting to watch somebody pick their nose. Then he said, "I had the privilege of meeting your mother and dad when they had their little chat with Dr. Thurmer some weeks ago. They're grand people." "Yes, they are. They're very nice."
Questions about the extract
1) Who does Holden visit? Why? 2) How is Mr Spencer's attitude towards Holden?3) What do you thinks Mr Spencer meant by saying " life is a game"?4) Are there hints of the Troublesome and conflicting relationship Holden will have with adults in the future? 4) Do you think Hooden is going to become a better or worse person?5) Who is the narrator of the extract? 6) From whose point of view is it written?7) Which/what adjectives are used to describe the scene?8) Where and when does the scene take place?9) What style is used in this extract? What about the language?
Author
- He was born in New york on January 1,1919
- He became fomous for "The Catcher in the Rye"
- The main themes in his works are the description of the thoughts and action of young misfits
Information of the book
- Title: The Catcher in the Rye
- Genre: Buildungsroman
- Year of publication: 1951
- Setting: 1950s in the Unites States
- Narrator and point of view: internal
- Structure, language and style: simple and regulary syntax
- Climax : Holden meets Sally
Protagonist
16 years old boyHe is a rebellius, but matures in the story
Themes
Adolescence Social criticism
Parallels
- Mrs Dalloway
- I promessi sposi
Impact on the reader
It is constructive, because it addresses the moments in life that each person has gone through
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work done by: Biondi Sara, Boschi Emma, Pisano Elettra Sofia , Stefanini Luca e Trentini Marco.