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The Catcher in the Rye
Transcript of The Catcher in the Rye
Chapter 9, Page 34
The Catcher in the Rye
J. D. Salinger
Chapter 8, page 29, last paragraph
Chapter 13, the scene with the prostitute:
Statement: The Catcher in the Rye is a sexist novel.
When the lady comes on the train:
Sex is something I really don't understand too hot. You never know where the hell you are. I keep making up these sex rules for myself, and then I break them right away. Last year I made a rule that I was going to quit horsing around with girls that, deep down, gave me a pain in the ass. I broke it, though, the same week I made it--the same night, as a matter of fact. I spent the whole night necking with a terrible phony named Anne Louise Sherman. Sex is something I just don't understand. I swear to God I don't.
Take this girl that I just missed having sexual intercourse with, that I told you about. It took me about an hour to just get her goddam brassiere off. By the time I did get it off, she was about ready to spit in my eye. Anyway, I kept walking around the room, waiting for this prostitute to show up. I kept hoping she'd be good-looking. I didn't care too much, though. I sort of just wanted to get it over with. Finally, somebody knocked on the door...
Do you agree with this statement?
In fact it is. Why?
Do you think he is homo or heterosexual?
Let's have a look: -->
Jan P. & Tjaša P.
or something. She was around forty or forty-five, I guess, but she was very good looking. Women kill me. They really do. I don't mean I'm oversexed or anything like that--although I am quite sexy. I just like them, I mean. They're always leaving their goddam bags out in the middle of the aisle. ... She looked nice, smoking. She inhaled and all, but she didn't wolf the smoke down, the way most women around her age do. She had a lot of charm. She had quite a lot of sex appeal, too, if you really want to know.
"Old enough to know better," she said. She was really witty. "Ya got a watch on
ya?" she asked me again, and then she stood up and pulled her dress over her head.
I certainly felt peculiar when she did that. I mean she did it so sudden and all. I
know you're supposed to feel pretty sexy when somebody gets up and pulls their dress
over their head, but I didn't. Sexy was about the last thing I was feeling. I felt much more
depressed than sexy.
"Ya got a watch on ya, hey?"
"No. No, I don't," I said. Boy, was I feeling peculiar. "What's your name?" I asked
her. All she had on was this pink slip. It was really quite embarrassing. It really was.
"Sunny," she said. "Let's go, hey."
"Don't you feel like talking for a while?" I asked her. It was a childish thing to say, but I was feeling so damn peculiar. "Are you in a very big hurry?"
She looked at me like I was a madman. "What the heck ya wanna talk about?" she said.
Chapter 19, talking to Luce, page 77:
"How's your sex life?" I asked him. He hated you to ask him stuff like that.
"Relax," he said. "Just sit back and relax, for Chrissake."
"Listen, I'm serious," I said. "No kidding. Why's it better in the East?"
"It's too involved to go into, for God's sake," old Luce said. "They simply happen to regard sex as both a physical and a spiritual experience. If you think I'm--"
"So do I! So do I regard it as a wuddayacallit--a physical and spiritual experience and all. I really do. But it depends on who the hell I'm doing it with. If I'm doing it with somebody I don't even--"
"Not so loud, for God's sake, Caulfield. If you can't manage to keep your voice down, let's drop the whole--"
"Maybe I'll go to China. My sex life is lousy," I said.
"Naturally. Your mind is immature."
"It is. It really is. I know it," I said. "You know what the trouble with me is? I can never get really sexy--I mean really sexy--with a girl I don't like a lot. I mean I have to like her a lot. If I don't, I sort of lose my goddam desire for her and all. Boy, it really screws up my sex life something awful. My sex life stinks."
Chapter 24, With Mr. Antolini, page 103:
Then something happened. I don't even like to talk about it. I woke up all of a sudden. I don't know what time it was or anything, but I woke up. I felt something on my head, some guy's hand. Boy, it really scared hell out of me.
What it was, it was Mr. Antolini's hand. What he was doing was, he was sitting on the floor right next to the couch, in the dark and all, and he was sort of petting me or patting me on the goddam head. Boy, I'll bet I jumped about a thousand feet.
Thanks for your attention!
p.s. Holden is watching you :D
At the end we realize that the Catcher in the Rye is a sexist novel. Sex is one of more important topics in the book, and it is mention in many chapters. When we read the book we realize that Holden doesn't want to have sex with random person, but he really need to be in love and not with any person, but only with one he can talk to. He confirms this theory the most in the scene with the prostitute. He had a great chance to test it, but he doesn't do nothing except look and talk to her.
Holden meet Mrs. Morrow
and he even flirts with her.
He invited her to have a cocktail
but she refuses him.
He meets this elevator guy Maurice
and he calls him a prostitute. Holden
wants to have sex with her, but when
the prostitute comes he only wants to
talk to her. We think that Holden fells
sex not just as physical but also
emotional experience and there was
no emotions so he just wants to talk
This is Holden's monolog about sex.
He tells us that he does not understand
sex very well.
In bar Holden meets Luce. Luce used
to tell younger boys about his sex
experiences, so Holden tries to talk
with him about sex. But Luce does
not want to talk about sex.
Holden wake up in the middle of night because he felt Mr. Antolini's hand on his head. Holden think that he is a pervert and runs out of his house. Maybe he was overreacting or maybe is some truth in this.