#39: Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger

I am starting to find that the more I read Salinger the more I feel an equal amount of annoyance and fascination. This book is mostly dialogue and he is able to tell so much story just by showing a conversation between two characters, but at the same time I find those same characters to be utterly pretentious. It’s almost as if I loath myself for agreeing with some of their points all the while wishing they would just shut up. Is that what Salinger was trying to accomplish? I don’t have a clue. Either way, the book is surprisingly easy to get through. It’s a good travel read and nice look into the work of an author who has since cut himself off from the public realm.