Friday, May 22, 2009

I'd rather have goddamn stupid useless conversations with everybody

Mere minutes after I tweet-ed (isn't that such a funny, funny word? Tweet?) that I need to look for a new favorite book (I just finished re-reading Book 7 of Harry Potter, more on that soon), I found out that my fave book evarh has a sequel? What is this?

The last we saw of Holden Caulfield, he was in a mental hospital in California, reminiscing about the days he spent roaming New York City, watching his sister Phoebe ride a carousel. Now JD Salinger's much-loved teenage misanthrope is back, thanks to an unauthorised sequel to The Catcher in the Rye, which sees a 76-year-old "Mr C" flee a nursing home to journey again through the streets of New York.

No, no, no, and another resounding NO. You don't touch a classic. Do you know how horrible sequels to P and P are? Most ended in divorce.

And after 60 years, you think Holden would still talk like this?

"I open my eyes and, just like that, I'm awake," is the opening line of Swedish American writer John David California's 60 Years Later: Coming Through the Rye, just out from tiny publisher Windupbird Publishing. "I suppose it's pretty damn early, but it must still be the middle of the night. It's so dark I can hardly see my goddamned hand in front of my face."

On principle, I'd hate it. Hell, I already hate it. I don't want my memories of Catcher tainted or even remotely associated with this book. I have yet to find a copy, but reviews are already grim.

2 comments:

zhorai said...

boo yan! booooyyyyyyycccccccccooooootttttttttttttttt!!!!!

xalai said...

amen, amen.
never ever touch a classic.
neverrr.

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