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English 10: The Catcher in the Rye

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Transcript of English 10: The Catcher in the Rye

The Catcher in the Rye
"I am a Rock" by Simon and Garfunkel
WNB Tasks
Chart the following with each reading:
Holden's Literal and Figurative Journey
1. People
2. Places
3. Artifacts
4. "Thresholds" he crosses
**Include page numbers!!**
Map it! Draw it! Find a quote that shows it!
Nerd Fighters:
CITR Discussion (Ch.1-15)
Nerd Fighters:
Intro to CITR
"Nothing Gold Can Stay"
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

--Robert Frost
Opening Thought Questions
Discuss and come up with a group response to each question.

1. What is truth? How do our truths compare to society’s?

2. What rules must people follow?

3. How do our perceptions of ourselves differ from what others perceive of us?

4. What is an individual’s relationship to society?

5. How does our environment (people and places) affect us?

6. How are observations of our surroundings an important way to understand our place in the world?

7. How does experience affect one’s observations?

On Page 2 you can find the Pencey Motto:
"Since 1888 we have been molding boys into splendid, clear-thinking young men."

What's Holden's reaction to this?

This is the
Avondale District's
mission statement:

"The Avondale School District, in partnership with the community, delivers a superior school experience that prepares all students to become lifelong learners and contributing citizens."

What's your reaction to this? What does it mean to you?

For many years, the Avondale motto was, "The Road to the Future."

WNB Assignment:
Write a Mission Statement (why do we exist?) for the School. What is the purpose of a high school--OUR high school?
Write one for yourself.
Close Read Chapter One:

Anyway, it was December and all, and it was cold as a witch's teat, especially on top of that stupid hill. I only had on my reversible and no gloves or anything. The week before that, somebody'd stolen my camel's-hair coat right out of my room, with my furlined gloves right in the pocket and all. Pencey was full of crooks. Quite a few guys came
from these very wealthy families, but it was full of crooks anyway. The more expensive a school is, the more crooks it has--I'm not kidding. Anyway, I kept standing next to that crazy cannon, looking down at the game and freezing my ass off. Only, I wasn't watching the game too much. What I was really hanging around for, I was trying to feel some kind of a good-by. I mean I've left schools and places I didn't even know I was leaving them. I hate that. I don't care if it's a sad good-by or a bad goodby, but when I leave a place I like to know I'm leaving it. If you don't, you feel even worse.
Close Read Chapter Two:

"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
Read this and look for language that seems designed to draw your attention to something.
Write your mission statements.
Write your found poem.
Read to Chapter 4
Found Poem
Use the worksheet to write a poem using JD Salinger's language. Extra Credit for a GOOD illustration. This is due tomorrow.
The Red Hat
Holden's hat gets mentioned
3 times
chapter 3
. Repetition of something is a way for the author to signal you that this thing is important.

Find and Copy into your WNB the places where the hat is mentioned.

Look closely at the writing. What is Old JD Salinger trying to tell us about Holden?

What items of clothing have special meaning or significance for you?

In your WNB write about an item of clothing that has special importance for you. 10 lines at least.
We have several characters to add to our list.
Find a phrase that best describes each character.

Old Spencer
Take a close look at this passage. Mark it up and then write a
explaining how the writing works. Start with a
. Then discuss how the writing supports that claim.
This passage is related to the "place" in his life that Holden is in.
Close Read: Chapter One
Alphaville: Forever Young
Baseball Mitt- Chapter 5
On Page 38 we get a long description of Allie and his baseball mitt.
Allie is obviously very important to Holden. He carries the mitt with him, and writes about it for Stradlater.

Look closely at the two paragraphs devoted to Allie and his mitt. Pick out the important details.

Find a poem that you think would, or should be on Allie's mitt. The poem has to fit on the mitt and it can NOT be a child's poem, or about baseball.
Copy the poem in to your WNB-illistrate it if you like-and be prepared to read it to the class.
I got Bud Thaw's girl's roommate now . . . Hey. I almost forgot. She knows you."
"Who does?" I said.
"My date."
"Yeah?" I said. "What's her name?" I was pretty interested.
"I'm thinking . . . Uh. Jean Gallagher."
Boy, I nearly dropped dead when he said that.
"Jane Gallagher," I said. I even got up from the washbowl when he said that. I damn near dropped dead. "You're damn right I know her. She practically lived right next door to me, the summer before last. She had this big damn Doberman pinscher. That's how I met her. Her dog used to keep coming over in our--"
"You're right in my light, Holden, for Chrissake," Stradlater said. "Ya have to stand right there?"
Boy, was I excited, though. I really was.
"Where is she?" I asked him. "I oughta go down and say hello to her or something. Where is she? In the Annex?"
"How'd she happen to mention me? Does she go to B.M. now? She said she might go there. She said she might go to Shipley, too. I thought she went to Shipley. How'd she happen to mention me?" I was pretty excited. I really was.
"I don't know, for Chrissake. Lift up, willya? You're on my towel," Stradlater said. I was sitting on his stupid towel.
"Jane Gallagher," I said. I couldn't get over it. "Jesus H. Christ."
Old Stradlater was putting Vitalis on his hair. My Vitalis.
"She's a dancer," I said. "Ballet and all. She used to practice about two hours every day, right in the middle of the hottest weather and all. She was worried that it might make her legs lousy--all thick and all. I used to play checkers with her all the time."
"You used to play what with her all the time?"
"Checkers, for Chrissake!"
"Yeah. She wouldn't move any of her kings. What she'd do, when she'd get a king, she wouldn't move it. She'd just leave it in the back row. She'd get them all lined up in the back row. Then she'd never use them. She just liked the way they looked when they were all in the back row."
Stradlater didn't say anything. That kind of stuff doesn't interest most people.
Close Read Chapter 4 (The Jane Files)
There are a few characters that are so important that we are going to keep special track of them.
In your WNB devote a single page to each of these characters.

The First One is Jane. Title the page "The Jane File"
The second one is Allie. Title the page "The Allie File"

For each one of these special characters you need to keep close track of.
For these characters find a good line from the text
that sums up the character and a symbol, also from the text that you think stands for the character.

Write them into your WNB
Young Forever- Jay Z
Forever Young
Please note the red headed child.
Why did Holden pick a fight with Stradlater?
He can't beat him, Stradlater's big and strong; Holden isn't. Why is Holden so angry? Does he have any right to be?
Copy this poem in to you WNB. Put it in the "Allie File."

Make quick sketches to illustrate the lines.
"Nothing Gold Can Stay"

--Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
How can "green" be "gold"? Something's green or it's gold it can't be both. (stupid)
Who's "Her?"
Oh yeah, nature that's the antecedent. I better write that down.
"Eden?" Like the Garden of Eden from the bible and all. That's what? Allusion, yeah that's it.
Hey wait, that's a metaphor. What are the figurative meanings for those colors?
Hmm, so what's Old Robert frost (frostie) saying here?
DO you agree with him? Is it possible to stay gold?
Respond in your WNB 8-10 line sentence.
How does this fit with the story?
Is Allie "gold" forever? Will his "green" ever fade?
Let's look at the conversation Holden has with Ackley on page 50.
Why does Holden want be a monk?
Do a close reading of the last paragraph of chapter 7. Make a sketch of it in your WNB. What does the image remind you of?
The first thing I did when I got off at Penn Station, I went into this phone booth. I felt like giving somebody a buzz. I left my bags right outside the booth so that I could watch them, but as soon as I was inside, I couldn't think of anybody to call up. My brother D.B. was in Hollywood. My kid sister Phoebe goes to bed around nine o'clock--so I couldn't call her up. She wouldn't've cared if I'd woke her up, but the trouble was, she wouldn't've been the one that answered the phone. My parents would be the ones. So that was out. Then I thought of giving Jane Gallagher's mother a buzz, and find out when Jane's vacation started, but I didn't feel like it. Besides, it was pretty late to call up. Then I thought of calling this girl I used to go around with quite frequently, Sally Hayes, because I knew her Christmas vacation had started already--she'd written me this long, phony letter, inviting me over to help her trim the Christmas tree Christmas Eve and all--but I was afraid her mother'd answer the phone. Her mother knew my mother, and I could picture her breaking a goddam leg to get to the phone and tell my mother I was in New York. Besides, I wasn't crazy about talking to old Mrs. Hayes on the phone. She once told Sally I was wild. She said I was wild and that I had no direction in life. Then I thought of calling up this guy that went to the Whooton School when I was there, Carl Luce, but I didn't like him much. So I ended up not calling anybody. I came out of the booth, after about twenty minutes or so, and got my bags and walked over to that tunnel where the cabs are and got a cab.
When I was all set to go, when I had my bags and all, I stood for a while next to the stairs and took a last look down the goddam corridor. I was sort of crying. I don't know why. I put my red hunting hat on, and turned the peak around to the back, the way I liked it, and then I yelled at the top of my goddam voice, "Sleep tight, ya morons!" I'll bet I woke up every bastard on the whole floor. Then I got the hell out. Some stupid guy had thrown peanut shells all over the stairs, and I damn near broke my crazy neck (52).
It's time to start the "Phoebe File."

Look at the description of her on pages 66-68. Pick out the important details and write them in to the file.
These are the 3 most important characters so there won't be any more "files" to open.
For each of these files make sure you have all of the following:
Important text references-descriptions, when Holden talks about them, etc.
Symbols that stand for the character.
A picture-you can draw one or find one or more than one. Just make sure it's accurate and you can explain your choices.
Hunting hat, again? He loves that thing.
corridor, stairs, Holden standing there waiting, looking-this sounds like that Crazy Cannon on Thomsen Hill.
Wow, his dramatic exit didn't quite work out like he wanted it to. Where does he get the ideas for this kind of stuff?
Tonight when you read chapter 11 and 12 think about the three characters in the file. When does Holden think about them. What might they represent to him?
Poem in Your Pocket Day
National PIYP day is Thursday, April 18, 2013! We are going to celebrate it across the English 10 classrooms on
Bring poem to school Friday and swap poems all day long
with other sophomores who have poems in their pockets.
DO NOT give your poem to someone who doesn't have one to give to you.
When you get a new poem in your hands, you are to
READ IT! ENJOY IT! And then sign the back
of it before handing it off to someone else.
Eventually--either Friday or Monday--you should have the poem you end up with. No, it will not be your original.
Bring it to class
, as we will do something with it. :)
The first thing I did when I got off at Penn Station, I went into this phone booth. I
felt like giving somebody a buzz. I left my bags right outside the booth so that I could
watch them, but as soon as I was inside, I couldn't think of anybody to call up. My
brother D.B. was in Hollywood. My kid sister Phoebe goes to bed around nine o'clock--
so I couldn't call her up. She wouldn't've cared if I'd woke her up, but the trouble was, she
wouldn't've been the one that answered the phone. My parents would be the ones. So that
was out. Then I thought of giving Jane Gallagher's mother a buzz, and find out when
Jane's vacation started, but I didn't feel like it. Besides, it was pretty late to call up. Then I
thought of calling this girl I used to go around with quite frequently, Sally Hayes,
because I knew her Christmas vacation had started already--she'd written me this long,
phony letter, inviting me over to help her trim the Christmas tree Christmas Eve and all--
but I was afraid her mother'd answer the phone. Her mother knew my mother, and I could
picture her breaking a goddam leg to get to the phone and tell my mother I was in New
York. Besides, I wasn't crazy about talking to old Mrs. Hayes on the phone. She once told
Sally I was wild. She said I was wild and that I had no direction in life. Then I thought of calling up this guy that went to the Whooton School when I was there, Carl Luce, but I
didn't like him much. So I ended up not calling anybody. I came out of the booth, after
about twenty minutes or so, and got my bags and walked over to that tunnel where the
cabs are and got a cab.
Take a close look at this passage. What does it tell us about Old Holden?
How many people does he want call? Count 'em up.
Sally's mom sounds pretty smart. No wonder Holden doesn't like her.
Another person to call? Wait, he doesn't call anyone, for chrissakes? Why not?
Now let's go to chapter 11. This is all Jane. Look closely at how Holden describes her. Put all of the important lines into the "Jane File."
On Turning Ten
by Billy Collins

The whole idea of it makes me feel
like I'm coming down with something,
something worse than any stomach ache
or the headaches I get from reading in bad light--
a kind of measles of the spirit,
a mumps of the psyche,
a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul.

You tell me it is too early to be looking back,
but that is because you have forgotten
the perfect simplicity of being one
and the beautiful complexity introduced by two.
But I can lie on my bed and remember every digit.
At four I was an Arabian wizard.
I could make myself invisible
by drinking a glass of milk a certain way.
At seven I was a soldier, at nine a prince.

But now I am mostly at the window
watching the late afternoon light.
Back then it never fell so solemnly
against the side of my tree house,
and my bicycle never leaned against the garage
as it does today,
all the dark blue speed drained out of it.

This is the beginning of sadness, I say to myself,
as I walk through the universe in my sneakers.
It is time to say good-bye to my imaginary friends,
time to turn the first big number.

It seems only yesterday I used to believe
there was nothing under my skin but light.
If you cut me I could shine.
But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,
I skin my knees. I bleed.
Phoebe is ten years old. What were you like at that age? Write a description of your ten-year-old self. What did you look like? What were your hopes and fears? Were you still innocent?
What is this poem saying? How does it relate to Catcher?
Chapter 10
Holden considers calling his little sister Phoebe and gives us a description of her. She has red hair, is very intelligent, funny, and creative (she writes about a girl detective named Hazel Weatherfield) and is one of the few people who truly understands him. Her only flaw is that she can be emotional.
*Why is this hypocritical of him?

Holden heads to the Lavender Room, orders drinks, and tries to flirt and dance with three older women from Seattle. He calls Bernice a "moron." Holden tries to trick women into liking him; whenever he senses this is working he thinks the woman is dumb for falling for the trick. It’s a vicious cycle that keeps him alone.
He also gets annoyed with the women's obsession with movie stars. He successfully reveals their phoniness. But he is just as phony.
Is his hatred of them connected to hatred of himself?
Home work:
In your WNB rewrite Collin's poem. Use the same structure but change words and phrases to reflect your own experiences.
Chapter 12 pg 81
Ducks? Fish?
What the Heck?

Read the conversation between Holden and the cab driver, Horowitz on pages 81-83.
One person be Horowitz the other is Holden.
Read it like dialogue.
Why are they having such a hard time understanding each other?
hint: Horowitz is literal while Holden is figurative.
May the good Lord be with you
Down every road that you roam
And may sunshine and happiness
Surround you when you're far from home
And may you grow to be proud, dignified and true
And do unto others as you'd have done to you

Be courageous and be brave
And in my heart you'll always stay
Forever young, forever young
Forever young, forever young

May good fortune be with you
May your guiding light be strong
Build a stairway to Heaven
With a prince or a vagabond

And may you never love in vain
And in my heart you will remain
Forever young, forever young
Forever young, forever young
Forever young, forever young, yeah

And when you finally fly away
I'll be hoping that I served you well
For all the wisdom of a lifetime
No one can ever tell

But whatever road you choose
I'm right behind you, win or lose
Forever young, forever young
Forever young, forever young
Forever young, forever young
For, forever young, forever young
Allie's Mitt
Copy your Allie Poem

on the "mitt." In your WNB, justify your choice. When I tell you to move, share your poem with two other people, and tell them why you believe it would be on Allie's mitt.
In your group of THREE, decide which poem (out of the three your group now holds) you want to PRESENT to the class.
ALL THREE VOICES must be heard
Choral reading? Slam Poetry Presentation? It's up to you.

With the three poems your group now holds, create a FOUND POEM. You must incorporate lines from all three poems. Write it in your WNB and illustrate it, if desired.
Take the poem you, personally, started with AND the poem you end up with and create a FOUND POEM in your WNB.
Comin' Thro the Rye (Instrumental and Contemporary)
Lyrics by Robert Burns
Coming Through The Rye.
O Jenny is all wet, poor body,
Jenny is seldom dry:
She draggled all her petticoats,
Coming through the rye!

Coming through the rye, poor body,
Coming through the rye,
She draggled all her petticoats,
Coming through the rye!

Should a body meet a body
Coming through the rye,
Should a body kiss a body,
Need a body cry?

Should a body meet a body
Coming through the glen,
Should a body kiss a body,
Need the world know?

Should a body meet a body
Coming through the grain,
Should a body kiss a body,
The thing is a body's own.
Comin Thro' The Rye.
O Jenny's a' weet, poor body,
Jenny's seldom dry:
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
Comin thro' the rye!

Comin thro' the rye, poor body,
Comin thro' the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
Comin thro' the rye!

Gin a body meet a body
Comin thro' the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need a body cry?

Gin a body meet a body
Comin thro' the glen,
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need the warld ken?

Gin a body meet a body
Comin thro' the grain,
Gin a body kiss a body,
The thing's a body's ain.
That's actually a pretty depressing song. It really is.

*What's ironic about the lyrics of this song and the fact Phoebe and Holden discuss it?
*How does it relate to the novel's theme(s)?
If You Really Want to Hear About It...
By now, you are familiar with Holden's voice and the topics on which he comments.

Turn and talk for two minutes
. Describe Holden's voice to each other, and what kinds of things you'd need to do to mimic his voice in your own writing.

Characteristics of Holden's Style

Write about a day in your life
--today works just fine, even if nothing exciting happened. If you notice, Holden comments on the "everyday-ness" of every day; he is observant and notices things about people that others might disregard. He has something to say about the minutia of life. Try to do this in your writing, too. Pay attention to your life and the world around you so you CAN do this. Don't modernize the slang or curse words you use--keep it true to Holden's era. One Page in your WNB.

Begin with the line,
"If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is what my lousy day was like... " and go from there!
Chapter 13

Reread pages 90-91.
what is "going on" with Holden here?

Now look at what happens when the prostitute shows up
. Find more examples of what's going on with Holden.

Why is this scene so awkward?

What are Holden's prior experience with girls?
Chapter 14

This "thing" that's going on with Holden becomes even more of an issue in this chapter. Find examples.

More references to religion come up in the chapter.
Find them and discuss what they could possible mean--remember Holden's holy trinity theory.
These paragraphs don’t go together in the chapter but they are about the same thing so lets look at them together.
I started walking over toward Broadway, just for the hell of it, because I hadn't been over there in years. Besides, I wanted to find a record store that was open on Sunday. There was this record I wanted to get for Phoebe, called "Little Shirley Beans." It was a very hard record to get. It was about a little kid that wouldn't go out of the house because two of her front teeth were out and she was ashamed to. I heard it at Pencey. A boy that lived on the next floor had it, and I tried to buy it off him because I knew it would knock old Phoebe out, but he wouldn't sell it. It was a very old, terrific record that this colored girl singer, Estelle Fletcher, made about twenty years ago. She sings it very Dixieland and whorehouse, and it doesn't sound at all mushy. If a white girl was singing it, she'd make it sound cute as hell, but old Estelle Fletcher knew what the hell she was doing, and it was one of the best records I ever heard. I figured I'd buy it in some store that was open on Sunday and then I'd take it up to the park with me.

It was Sunday and Phoebe goes roller skating in the park on Sundays quite frequently. I knew where she hung out mostly.
Broadway was mobbed and messy. It was Sunday, and only about twelve o'clock, but it was mobbed anyway. Everybody was on their way to the movies--the Paramount or the Astor or the Strand or the Capitol or one of those crazy places. Everybody was all dressed up, because it was Sunday, and that made it worse. But the worst part was that you could tell they all wanted to go to the movies. I couldn't stand looking at them. I can understand somebody going to the movies because there's nothing else to do, but when somebody really wants to go, and even walks fast so as to get there quicker, then it depresses hell out of me. Especially if I see millions of people standing in one of those long, terrible lines, all the way down the block, waiting with this terrific patience for seats and all. Boy, I couldn't get off that goddam Broadway fast enough. I was lucky. The first record store I went into had a copy of "Little Shirley Beans." They charged me five bucks for it, because it was so hard to get, but I didn't care. Boy, it made me so happy all of a sudden. I could hardly wait to get to the park to see if old Phoebe was around so that I could give it to her.
Chapter 17
Holden is sad but from this point on a few things happen to cheer him up. What are they and why do cheer him up? Look for artifacts.

How realistic is Holden's voice?
Do you believe him as a teenager?
List examples of what he says or does that make him "believable."

Now think about other portrayals of teenagers-movies, Tv, whatever.
Who's real? Who's phony?
Project X-
What does this say about teenagers?
What does it do to the teenage image?
Mean Girls-
Tribe/Clique Reference
Listen to this and note the comparison between Pony Boy and Nick Carraway.

The best thing, though, in that museum was that everything always stayed right where it was. Nobody'd move. You could go there a hundred thousand times, and that Eskimo would still be just finished catching those two fish, the birds would still be on their way south, the deers would still be drinking out of that water hole, with their pretty antlers and their pretty, skinny legs, and that squaw with the naked bosom would still be weaving that same blanket. Nobody'd be different. The only thing that would be different would be you. Not that you'd be so much older or anything. It wouldn't be that, exactly. You'd just be different, that's all. You'd have an overcoat on this time. Or the kid that was your partner in line the last time had got scarlet fever and you'd have a new partner. Or you'd have a substitute taking the class, instead of Miss Aigletinger. Or you'd heard your mother and father having a terrific fight in the bathroom. Or you'd just passed by one of those puddles in the street with gasoline rainbows in them. I mean you'd be different in some way--I can't explain what I mean. And even if I could, I'm not sure I'd feel like it. I took my old hunting hat out of my pocket while I walked, and put it on. I knew I wouldn't meet anybody that knew me, and it was pretty damp out. I kept walking and walking, and I kept thinking about old Phoebe going to that museum on Saturdays the way I used to. I thought how she'd see the same stuff I used to see, and how she'd be different every time she saw it. It didn't exactly depress me to think about it, but it didn't make me feel gay as hell, either. Certain things they should stay the way they are. You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone. I know that's impossible, but it's too bad anyway. Anyway, I kept thinking about all that while I walked.

I passed by this playground and stopped and watched a couple of very tiny kids on a seesaw. One of them was sort of fat, and I put my hand on the skinny kid's end, to sort of even up the weight, but you could tell they didn't want me around, so I let them alone.
Then a funny thing happened. When I got to the museum, all of a sudden I wouldn't have gone inside for a million bucks. It just didn't appeal to me--and here I'd walked through the whole goddam park and looked forward to it and all. If Phoebe'd been there, I probably would have, but she wasn't. So all I did, in front of the museum, was get a cab and go down to the Biltmore. I didn't feel much like going. I'd made that damn date with Sally, though.
Why's this important?
She was having a helluva time tightening her skate. She didn't have any gloves on or anything and her hands were all red and cold. I gave her a hand with it. Boy, I hadn't had a skate key in my hand for years. It didn't feel funny, though. You could put a skate key in my hand fifty years from now, in pitch dark, and I'd still know what it is. She thanked me and all when I had it tightened for her. She was a very nice, polite little kid.
God, I love it when a kid's nice and polite when you tighten their skate for them or something. Most kids are. They really are. I asked her if she'd care to have a hot chocolate or something with me, but she said no, thank you. She said she had to meet her friend. Kids always have to meet their friend. That kills me.
Do a quick close read on this. What do you see?
"Skate" 4 times 5 sentences. Who does this make me think of?

Phobe is "roller skate skinny." Holden and Allie used to take her to Central Park to skate.
Why does Holden ask this kid to have a hot chocolate with him. Is that creepy? What does it mean that she says "no?"
Now look at the last part of chapter 16. What do you notice?
Holden loves the museum because nothing ever changes. But something does change.
Holden likes the glass cases at the museum because they stop time. Everything stays the same-gold, right ponyboy?
Think of something that's use to preserve or save something so it doesn't spoil. Describe it in as much detail as you can.
Now think of what you what or who you'd like to keep in that container. Describe it and why you want it to not change or spoil.
In the Museum of Lost Objects

What thou lov’st well shall not be reft from thee;
What thou lov’st well is thy true heritage.
Ezra Pound

You’ll find labels describing what is gone:
an empress’s bones, a stolen painting

of a man in a feathered helmet
holding a flag-draped spear.

A vellum gospel, hidden somewhere long ago
forgotten, would have sat on that pedestal;

this glass cabinet could have kept the first
salts carried back from the Levant.

To help us comprehend the magnitude
of absence, huge rooms

lie empty of their wonders—the Colossus,
Babylon’s Hanging Gardens and

in this gallery, empty shelves enough to hold
all the scrolls of Alexandria.

My love, I’ve petitioned the curator
who has acquired an empty chest

representing all the poems you will
now never write. It will be kept with others

in the poet’s gallery. Next door,
a vacant room echoes with the spill

of jewels buried by a pirate who died
before disclosing their whereabouts.

I hope you don’t mind, but I have kept
a few of your pieces

for my private collection. I think
you know the ones I mean.
Chapters 21-23
The Phoebe Files
These chapters have a wealth of information about both Phoebe and Holden.
First go through the chapters and pick out at least 5 places that you think show something special about Phoebe herself or Holden and Phoebe's relationship. Copy the pertinent text into your WNb, then write a few (3-5) sentences discussing why you chose the section and what you think it illustrates about the characters.
Now, find a section from these three chapters and rewrite it as a short play. You can then either perform the play (Gabby), Record the play and supply me with the recording or write and illustrate it as a graphic short story (like a comic).
Work with One other person on the following:
My Gift to Holden
You should have a good idea of who Holden Caulfield is-- what makes him "tick," what he needs, fears, and what he loves. Imagine you are a friend of Holden's and would like to give him a gift before he leave to go to the mental hospital. What would your gift be?

Write a paper about the gift you would give Holden and why it's appropriate. The gift must be something
(meaning you can see and feel it). It should be
(it needs to have a literal meaning and figurative meaning, as well).

Example (No, you may not use this one):

Gift: Compass
Literal meaning: Provides direction (North, South, East, West)
Figurative meaning: Will help Holden find his way in life; will help him navigate his life's ups and downs; will help him if he gets "lost."

Paper must be typed and formatted in MLA style
This paper should be one page (or more) in length
This paper should be titled:
My Gift to Holden
: (Fill in the blank with your gift)
This paper will be shared with the class on its due date.
What does the title mean? What is a "catcher in the rye?"
I wasn't listening, though. I was thinking about something else--something crazy.
"You know what I'd like to be?" I said. "You know what I'd like to be? I mean if I had my goddam choice?"
"What? Stop swearing."
"You know that song 'If a body catch a body comin' through the rye'? I'd like--"
"It's 'If a body meet a body coming through the rye'!" old Phoebe said. "It's a poem. By Robert Burns."
"I know it's a poem by Robert Burns."
She was right, though. It is "If a body meet a body coming through the rye." I didn't know it then, though.
"I thought it was 'If a body catch a body,'" I said. "Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around--nobody big, I mean--except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff--I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy."
Here's where it is in the text. Do a close read on this. See what you find.
Hey, Holden gets it wrong. What's the difference between "catching" and "meeting," Holden?
This is weird, cliffs, rye, little kids and Holden catching them. Make a sketch of it.
Where's Holden standing? Oh on "the edge," symbolism right? Where else is Holden on the edge?
"Crazy" 3 times. I guess Holden knows it's "crazy." What does he realize about this fantasy?
Here's the actual poem, sometimes it's a song.
Why is Jenny wet? Why isn't she wearing here petticoats? Wait Jenny, Jane...Jane, Jenny, huh>
Lots of kissin' goin' on here.
Yeah, why does anybody have to know who Jenny's been kissing? Mind your own bees wax
This is a weird poem. No wonder Holden likes it.

“I refuse to lie to children… I refuse to cater to the bullsh** of innocence.”
~Maurice Sendak
The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.
Who is Mr. Antolini?
In your WNB start and Antolini File.
Look through chapter 24 with a partner and make a list of his traits.
Who does he remind you of?
"All right--the Mr. Vinsons. Once you get past all the Mr. Vinsons, you're going to start getting closer and closer--that is, if you want to, and if you look for it and wait for it--to the kind of information that will be very, very dear to your heart. Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You're by no means alone on that score, you'll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them--if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry."
What's this about? What's he telling Holden?
Look at this:
Copy this quote into your WNB:
Write 5-7 sentences analyzing this. What does it mean to Holden? What does it mean to you?
What is the cause that you would like to "live humbly" for?
Chapter 24
This is the End,
My Only Friend,
The End
Chapters 25, 26
Look closely at this whole chapter.
Where is Holden, both literally and figuratively when it starts out?
Why is Holden so upset at the obscenity? Isn't it kind of hypocritical of him?
Where are they written?
Look at page 205, where Holden first sees Phoebe. What's special about the image here?

Examine the scene at the Carrousel, essentially the last scene of the novel. What do you find is going on here? Make a list of all of the literal elements of the scene then try to assign a symbolic meaning to them.
WNB Entry:

What would you like to put in a glass case and preserve forever, metaphorically? It can be a thing, an event, or a person. Explain why you'd like to keep it perfect and vacuum-sealed :)

Imagine anything is possible. I mean anything, Finish this sentence:

What I'd really like to be is...
I know it's crazy, but it's the only thing I'd really like to be because...
Catcher Connections
The American Teenager
About the story based
on the covers of CITR
Write it in your WNB.
"I see..."
"I think..."
"I wonder..."
Let's read chapter one together and
get a feel for this book.
Before Reading
J.D. Salinger


“I wasn’t watching the game too much. What I was really hanging round for, I was trying to feel some kind of good-by” (4).
Dialectical Journal

Why does Salinger spell goodbye like "good-by"? Why doesn’t he just use the word "closure"? Holden is constantly in a position in which people or places leave his life, and he is never able to say good bye to them. But as Holden tries to say goodbye to Pencey, perhaps he is trying to make up for his other losses. This also seems strange because Holden’s need for closure goes against all that Holden stands for in the novel thus far. Perhaps Salinger chooses to leave the “e” off good bye to create a preposition. Holden is standing BY the school rather than IN it; Salinger may be commenting that Holden being expelled from school is “good”-- Or not. I could be totally wrong here.
Part I Entry #1 3/20/13
The Catcher in the Rye Bookmarks

We will divide CITR into three parts:
Part I: Pages 1-58 (chapters 1-8)
Part II: Pages 59-156 (chapters 9-20)
Part III: Pages 157-214 (chapters 21-26)


Part I: Five bookmarks
Two dialectical journals in WNB

Part II: Ten bookmarks
Three dialectical journals in WNB

Part III: Five bookmarks
Two dialectical journals in WNB
What a dialectical Journal?
“Dialectical” means “the art or practice of arriving at the truth by the exchange of logical arguments” (dictionary.com). A dialectical journal is used to arrive at the “truth” of a written work through the written response to quotations from that work.
Black Out Poems
(Novel Blackout Poems
by Austin Kleon)
Write in Holden's Voice
What do I bookmark?

*Examples of Holden's actual journey or his figurative journey.

*"Sticky Details"--details that stay with you after you have read them; details the author might want you to get "stuck" on and think about--not just skip over.
Reserve at least two spreads in your WNB for mapping Holden's journey.

*You will literally map out Holden's physical journey; add thought bubbles for his figurative journey, too.

*Label his pit stops and his interaction with other characters.

*If it is appropriate, label the stages of the Hero's Journey, too.
Look back through Chapter 1. Create a FOUND POEM of at least 15 lines. Use any phrases from chapter one. If you forgot what a FOUND POEM looks like, read on…

A FOUND POEM is where you take phrases and sentences from a book and put them together to create a poem.
•Find phrases and lines you LIKE throughout Chapter 1 and write them in your notebook.
•When you feel you have enough words and phrases, begin to shape your poem. Rewrite your poem in your Writer’s Notebook.
•You may add your own words!
•Draw a box around any words/phrases taken from the book (you should have 15 boxes).
•Write it in your WNB.

By Samantha Hedican

Don't ever tell anybody anything
If you do, you start missing everybody
I was feeling so damn depressed and lonesome
It really scared hell out of me
You can't imagine
I thought I'd go down, down, down and nobody'd ever see me again-
Allie, don’t let me disappear.
Found Poems are due,
so get ready to turn and talk!
Part One
Chapter 1 to Chapter 8
The Pencey Files

So Nice they Named It Twice.
Part Two
New York, New York
Pages 53-156 (chapters 8-20)
Book Marks
Ten bookmarks
Three dialectical journals in WNB
"Jane Gallagher," I said. I couldn't get over it. "Jesus H. Christ."
Old Stradlater was putting Vitalis on his hair. My Vitalis.
"She's a dancer," I said. "Ballet and all. She used to practice about two hours every day, right in the middle of the hottest weather and all. She was worried that it might make her legs lousy--all thick and all. I used to play checkers with her all the time."
"You used to play what with her all the time?"
"Checkers, for Chrissake!"
"Yeah. She wouldn't move any of her kings. What she'd do, when she'd get a king, she wouldn't move it. She'd just leave it in the back row. She'd get them all lined up in the back row. Then she'd never use them. She just liked the way they looked when they were all in the back row."
Stradlater didn't say anything. That kind of stuff doesn't interest most people. "Her mother belonged to the same club we did," I said. "I used to caddy once in a while, just to make some dough. I caddy'd for her mother a couple of times. She went around in about a hundred and seventy, for nine holes."
Stradlater wasn't hardly listening. He was combing his gorgeous locks.
"I oughta go down and at least say hello to her," I said.
"Why don'tcha?"
"I will, in a minute."
He started parting his hair all over again. It took him about an hour to comb his hair. "Her mother and father were divorced. Her mother was married again to some booze hound," I said. "Skinny guy with hairy legs. I remember him. He wore shorts all the time. Jane said he was supposed to be a playwright or some goddam thing, but all I ever saw him do was booze all the time and listen to every single goddam mystery program on the radio. And run around the goddam house, naked. With Jane around, and all."
"Yeah?" Stradlater said. That really interested him. About the booze hound running around the house naked, with Jane around. Stradlater was a very sexy bastard.
"She had a lousy childhood. I'm not kidding."
That didn't interest Stradlater, though. Only very sexy stuff interested him.
"Jane Gallagher. Jesus . . . I couldn't get her off my mind. I really couldn't. "I oughta go down and say hello to her, at least."
"Why the hell don'tcha, instead of keep saying it?" Stradlater said.
I walked over to the window, but you couldn't see out of it, it was so steamy from all the heat in the can.. "I'm not in the mood right now," I said. I wasn't, either. You have to be in the mood for those things. "I thought she went to Shipley. I could've sworn she went to Shipley." I walked around the can for a little while. I didn't have anything else to do. "Did she enjoy the game?" I said.
"Yeah, I guess so. I don't know."
"Did she tell you we used to play checkers all the time, or anything?"
"I don't know. For Chrissake, I only just met her," Stradlater said. He was finished combing his goddam gorgeous hair. He was putting away all his crumby toilet articles.
Plot/Hero's Journey
Hmmm, not much here plot wise, but this Jane girl seems important.

Mentor maybe?

Sticky Stuff
Jesus? Hmm, that's sticky.
Checkers? The kid's game?
Why doesn't he say hi? So obvs that he likes her. What's he afraid of?
Again, "Jesus"?
Checkers again? Really?
She doesn't move the Kings? How does she win? Maybe she doesn't want to move?
The Jane Files
Close Read Chapter 4
The thing was, I couldn't think of a room or a house or anything to describe the way Stradlater said he had to have. I'm not too crazy about describing rooms and houses anyway. So what I did, I wrote about my brother Allie's baseball mitt. It was a very descriptive subject. It really was. My brother Allie had this left-handed fielder's mitt. He was left-handed. The thing that was descriptive about it, though, was that he had poems written all over the fingers and the pocket and everywhere. In green ink. He wrote them on it so that he'd have something to read when he was in the field and nobody was up at bat. He's dead now. He got leukemia and died when we were up in Maine, on July 18, 1946. You'd have liked him. He was two years younger than I was, but he was about fifty times as intelligent. He was terrifically intelligent. His teachers were always writing letters to my mother, telling her what a pleasure it was having a boy like Allie in their class. And they weren't just shooting the crap. They really meant it. But it wasn't just that he was the most intelligent member in the family. He was also the nicest, in lots of ways. He never got mad at anybody. People with red hair are supposed to get mad very easily, but Allie never did, and he had very red hair. I'll tell you what kind of red hair he had. I started playing golf when I was only ten years old. I remember once, the summer I was around twelve, teeing off and all, and having a hunch that if I turned around all of a sudden, I'd see Allie. So I did, and sure enough, he was sitting on his bike outside the fence--there was this fence that went all around the course--and he was sitting there, about a hundred and fifty yards behind me, watching me tee off. That's the kind of red hair he had. God, he was a nice kid, though. He used to laugh so hard at something he thought of at the dinner table that he just about fell off his chair. I was only thirteen, and they were going to have me psychoanalyzed and all, because I broke all the windows in the garage. I don't blame them. I really don't. I slept in the garage the night he died, and I broke all the goddam windows with my fist, just for the hell of it. I even tried to break all the windows on the station wagon we had that summer, but my hand was already broken and everything by that time, and I couldn't do it. It was a very stupid thing to do, I'll admit, but I hardly didn't even know I was doing it, and you didn't know Allie. My hand still hurts me once in a while when it rains and all, and I can't make a real fist any more--not a tight one, I mean--but outside of that I don't care much. I mean I'm not going to be a goddam surgeon or a violinist or anything anyway.
Anyway, that's what I wrote Stradlater's composition about. Old Allie's baseball mitt. I happened to have it with me, in my suitcase, so I got it out and copied down the poems that were written on it.
Close Read Page 38
1. What is the POV of the story?
2. What is the effect of that choice?
3. List three key details from part one (ch 1-8).
4. What is the setting?
5. Is this setting appropriate? Explain.
6. Identify a passage that reveals setting.
7. What important details do you learn about Holden in part one?
8. What does Holden want for himself?
9. What trouble does Holden cause for himself?
10. What conclusions can you draw so far about Holden?
11. Do you trust Holden as a narrator? Explain.
12. Would you want him as a friend? Explain.
Part One Questions
Pick a Poem for Allie's Mitt

Find a poem that you think Allie might have had on his baseball mitt. Get a copy of it and be be prepared to explain why you chose it. Link your decision to the lines in the poem, and use words like
imagery, tone
, and

These are words that we can use to discuss
"sticky stuff"
without seeming

The poem can not be about baseball-too obvs.
It also can not be a kid's poem-no Dr Seuss or Shel Silverstein, as much as I love them both.
Finally no original poetry, not yet.
Concluding Part One
So part one is about Holden at Pencey. Salinger has established Holden's voice so we have a pretty clear idea of who he is.

In your WNB write a quick flash draft of your impression of Holden. Look at your first impressions of him and discuss how and why they've changed or, if they haven't, how they've deepened for you. As always refer to the text.
Start Here
Chapter 9
Gotta Have Faith--Well not so much.
Why doesn't Holden make the date, seal the deal?
The Phoebe File
Open a new file; call the Phoebe File.
Now go to the loooong paragraph on pages 66-68. Do a close read and notice what Holden says about his sister.
Part 3
Chapters 21-26

Assorted Close Reads
In Salinger's words: Why CITR would not work as a movie
A monk may be defined as a member of a community of men, leading a more or less contemplative life apart from the world, under the vows of poverty, chastity, and obedience.
The Red Hunting Hat
Pg 17: Bought hat in NYC when there with the fencing team--Peak in the back

Pg 21: Peak in the front

Pg 22: "People shooting hat"? Say what?

Pg 29: Stradlater notices his hat

Pg 34: Pulls peak to the front--nervous

Pg 52: Crying, decided to leave Pencey--hat on, peak in back

Pg 53: Takes off hat at the train station

*Write your answers to the following questions.

Key detail: pick the most important or interesting detail of your three.
The passage you chose to reveal setting.
The most important or interesting thing you learned about Holden.
What does Holden want for himself?
Do you TRUST Holden? Check YES or NO on board
Would you want him as a friend? Check Yes or No
place your stickies
on the appropriate paper/part of whiteboard (read the labels!) so we can make our thinking visible.

Put your stickies NEAR others that say the same thing of kind of the same thing.
Joseph Gordon-Levitt Really Loves Catcher (1997)
Stuff Holden Hates
Chapter's 10 and 11
Holden's Girls
You should see her. You never saw a little kid so pretty and smart in your whole life. She's really smart. I mean she's had all A's ever since she started school. As a matter of fact, I'm the only dumb one in the family. My brother D.B.'s a writer and all, and my brother Allie, the one that died, that I told you about, was a wizard. I'm the only really dumb one. But you ought to see old Phoebe. She has this sort of red hair, a little bit like Allie's was, that's very short in the summertime. In the summertime, she sticks it behind her ears. She has nice, pretty little ears. In the wintertime, it's pretty long, though. Sometimes my mother braids it and sometimes she doesn't. It's really nice, though. She's only ten. She's quite skinny, like me, but nice skinny. Roller-skate skinny. I watched her once from the window when she was crossing over Fifth Avenue to go to the park, and that's what she is, roller-skate skinny. You'd like her. I mean if you tell old Phoebe something, she knows exactly what the hell you're talking about. I mean you can even take her anywhere with you. If you take her to a lousy movie, for instance, she knows it's a lousy movie. If you take her to a pretty good movie, she knows it's a pretty good movie. D.B. and I took her to see this French movie, The Baker's Wife, with Raimu in it. It killed her. Her favorite is The 39 Steps, though, with Robert Donat. She knows the whole goddam movie by heart, because I've taken her to see it about ten times. When old Donat comes up to this Scotch farmhouse, for instance, when he's running away from the cops and all, Phoebe'll say right out loud in the movie--right when the Scotch guy in the picture says it--"Can you eat the herring?" She knows all the talk by heart. And when this professor in the picture, that's really a German spy, sticks up his little finger with part of the middle joint missing, to show Robert Donat, old Phoebe beats him to it--she holds up her little finger at me in the dark, right in front of my face. She's all right. You'd like her. The only trouble is, she's a little too affectionate sometimes. She's very emotional, for a child. She really is. Something else she does, she writes books all the time. Only, she doesn't finish them. They're all about some kid named Hazel Weatherfield--only old Phoebe spells it "Hazle." Old Hazle Weatherfield is a girl detective. She's supposed to be an orphan, but her old man keeps showing up. Her old man's always a "tall attractive gentleman about 20 years of age." That kills me. Old Phoebe. I swear to God you'd like her. She was smart even when she was a very tiny little kid. When she was a very tiny little kid, I and Allie used to take her to the park with us, especially on Sundays. Allie had this sailboat he used to like to fool around with on Sundays, and we used to take old Phoebe with us. She'd wear white gloves and walk right between us, like a lady and all. And when Allie and I were having some conversation about things in general, old Phoebe'd be listening. Sometimes you'd forget she was around, because she was such a little kid, but she'd let you know. She'd interrupt you all the time. She'd give Allie or I a push or something, and say, "Who? Who said that? Bobby or the lady?" And we'd tell her who said it, and she'd say, "Oh," and go right on listening and all. She killed Allie, too. I mean he liked her, too. She's ten now, and not such a tiny little kid any more, but she still kills everybody--everybody with any sense, anyway.
Oh yeah, 10. How old was Allie when he died?
She's smart and pretty. DB's smart. Allie's smart, only Holden's dumb?
Red hair like Allie.
Summertime x2? What's so special about summer? Wait, he met Jane in summer too, didn't he?
"Rollerskate skinny"? Odd, best mark that.
She likes movies. I thought Holden didn't? He sure goes alot though.
Too affectionate? Come on Holden. Give in to people who love you.
A writer-that's cool. Just like DB. Also Holden's a story teller/liar. What's the difference?
Sailboats-what a great memory.
He connects her with Allie. How old is she again?
Close Read Phobe
Part II (ch.9-20) quiz
3 Dialectical Journals
due tomorrow!

Questions about "On Turning Ten," plus your own poem about your favorite (least favorite?)

Character Relationship Analysis
Character Relationship Analysis:

Main character’s name __________________ Character he interacts with_________________________

Theory stating what this interaction seems to reveal about the main character:

Quoted evidence to support your theory (3 Quotes)
Chapter 15
Cheap Suitcases

Why does Holden get depressed when people have worse suitcases than he has?
Chapter 17:

Sally Hayes

Why does Holden go out with her if he doesn't like her?
(106) (124) (128-129)

What sense can you make of Holden's sudden desire to RUN AWAY with Sally, get married, and live in Vermont?
Chapter 16: MUSEUM

First mention of the title SONG


More songs-- buying records--Little Shirley Beans
(116) HAPPY

Mentions HAMLET-- another guy who is a thinker and not a doer.


If you could, What would you want to keep in a glass case and preserve forever? Something you do not want to see change...Write in your WNB
Classic version of song
Poem In Your Pocket
Final Activity
Get into groups of 4 or 5. Make sure everybody has 2 poems, the one you ended up with and the one you picked.

Pass the poems around. Read 'em. Talk about 'em and decide which one you like best.

Pick a reader or readers to present your poem.

Read it aloud to the group.
PIYP Recap
Consider the poem you started with and the poem you have now.

You have about 5 minutes to write a
metacognative response
to the
poem you like best.

What attracts you to it? Be specific and refer to lines, images, tone, ideas.
Put all the poems in the center of the room.
Now go get a new poem. It can't be the one you ended with or the one you picked.
Take two lines out of your new poem-they don't have to be together-and write them into your WNB. (This is called "stealing" or collaborating)

By Monday you need to write a 25 line poem that uses or builds on the lines you stole.
Background Research
What did you learn about Salinger?
Turn and Talk. Add other people's details to your own paper, if necessary.

What did you learn about the time period in which CITR was written or is set?
CITR Metacognitive Response:

This metacog is a "product" grade. Therefore, you should take the utmost care in composing it. It must be typed in MLA format and be your best work.

Write about how your new understanding of Salinger or the time period changes the way you view the text. Be specific. This means give examples ("Through my research, I learned .... this made me view Holden in a new way because ..."). Don't forget to cite the title and author of the book about which you write!
Close Read Review
Once upon a time...
We weren't sure what to do!
But then we learned...and...
...the results were awesome!
Our thinking became visible!
Now Let's remember what got us from there...

to here...

and practice for the exam!
Holden's Obituary
What happens to Holden in the future?
Imagine that Holden has died.
When did this happen? How?
What loved ones does he leave behind?
What legacy does he leave behind?
Write a brief obituary or eulogy for Holden.
Where's Corey Delaney now?
In what time period do you place the novel,
based on the covers?
What do you know about this time period?
What would it be like to be a teenager during this time period?
"As army sergeant J. D. Salinger hit the beach on D-day, drank with Hemingway in newly liberated Paris, and marched into concentration camps, the hero of
The Catcher in the Rye
was with him.

In an adaptation from his Salinger biography, the author reveals how the war changed both Holden Caulfield and his creator."
Pay attention to the LOSS that Holden talks about
WNB Prompt
In Your WNB:
Let's start tracking Holden's journey

Do a quick sketch
Holden on top of the hill
, next to the "crazy cannon," looking down on the football game.

Jot the page # where this happens
Close Read Chapter 1
Second person (“you”)
Contractions (“you’ll,” “don’t”)
Slang (“lousy”)
Intensifiers (“really”)
Verbal punctuation (“and all”)
Mild profanity (“crap”).
Minimization of language
Close Reads: Chapter 1 and 2
Spring Break Reading Group Work
The class must divide itself into 6 groups.
You will each be assigned a chapter that we read over break.
You will have a brief impromptu presentation at the end of the hour.
It must include three things.
1) A brief plot Summary
2) Details from specific events that we NEED to know.
3) Details on Holden and the people that surround him.

Read Chapter 15 for homework tonight
Chapter 16, 17, 18 Quiz
Ch.16 - Explain the symbolism behind Holden's refusal to enter the museum. Holden says that "He has changed and the displays have not". What might that say about him?

Ch 17 - Why does Holden go out with Sally if he doesn't like her? Explain what happens on their date. Does it go well?

Ch 18 - Explain Holden's emotional state in this chapter. How does Holden seem to feel? Give specific examples.

Extra Credit - In Holden's Hero's Journey, what event would be considered his Call to Adventure?

5 points

Holden's Obituary
What happens to Holden in the future?
Imagine that Holden has died.
When did this happen? How?
What loved ones does he leave behind?
What legacy does he leave behind?
Write a brief obituary or eulogy for Holden.
1. What happens between Holden and Luce?

2. Where does Holden go at the end of chapter 20? How does he feel/what is his mental state at this time?

Ch. 19 and 20 Bell Ringers
Oh Marie!
Shapes of Stories
The shape of a society's stories is at least as interesting as the shape of its pots or spearheads.
A story's character experiences ups and downs that can be graphed to reveal a story's shape.
Kurt Vonnegut's claim:
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