7/1/2001 12:00:00 AM - George Will
(BEG ITAL)If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll
probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was
like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all
that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it,
if you want to know the truth.
WASHINGTON--With those words, 16-year-old Holden Caulfield slouched
into American life 50 years ago this month. He was feeling entitled to feel
quite sorry for himself. His feelings fascinated him, and his creator, J.D.
Salinger, thought readers should sympathize with them. By now, many
millions of them have. Holden was a new social type which subsequently has
become familiar--the American as whiner.
Anyone who doubts that the supposedly bland 1950s were pregnant with
the undoubtedly stimulating 1960s should reread ``The Catcher in the Rye.''
Published in July 1951, it has sold more than 60 million copies worldwide
and is considered a ``classic,'' a designation usually reserved in America
for a variant of Coca-Cola.
This mildly picaresque novel--reviewers then considered it
risque--recounts a boy's flight from prep school to an eventful weekend in
New York. Like Ulysses he was a wanderer. And that exhausts Holden's
resemblance to anyone heroic.
He found almost everyone--except children; this was Holden's class
solidarity--and everything unworthy of him. By declaring reality a terrible
disappointment, he helped teach America's youth how to pout, a talent
refined by a Hollywood Holden, James Dean, in 1955 in ``Rebel Without a
Cause.'' But at least the adolescents in ``Blackboard Jungle'' (1955) were
interestingly menacing. Holden's emotional range matched that of Katherine
Hepburn in a Broadway performance about which one critic wrote, ``She ran
the whole gamut of emotions from A to B.''
Holden was forever denouncing ``phonys'' and ``phoniness,'' which put
him squarely on the side of the advanced thinkers. Such thinkers were then
understood, by the folks at the serious quarterlies, as people
``alienated'' by the shallowness of American society, but bravely seeking
``authenticity,'' and rather relishing the pleasure of despair. However,
Holden's rebellion was somewhat, shall we say, unfocused, as was Marlon
Brando's in the 1954 movie ``The Wild One," in which a local girl asks
Brando, the leader of a motorcycle gang, ``What are you rebelling against?"
and he replies, ``Whadayah got?"
Fears about the invisible shackles of social pressure in an
opinion-worshiping democracy are as old as de Tocqueville's ``Democracy in
America," and Fitzgerald's ``The Great Gatsby" (1925) subtly explored how
the integrity of personality is problematic. But in the 1950s, worry about
``conformity" became the conformity of the intellectuals, in novels such as
``The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit'' (1955) and sociology treatises with
such telling titles as ``Organization Man'' (1956) and ``The Lonely Crowd''
Six years after Holden appeared as the Sympathetic Adolescent Misfit,
Leonard Bernstein set ``Romeo and Juliet'' to music among sentimentalized
youth gangs in ``West Side Story.'' Clearly, Holden the nonconformist--this
nonconformity novel was a main selection of the Book of the Month Club;
think about that--was part of the herd of independent minds, happily
Comparisons of Holden and Huck Finn are inevitable. Huck comes off
better. Huck understood freedom in the American way, as the absence of
social restraints, and did something about it by lighting out for the
territories. Holden merely pioneered a new fashion statement with his
baseball cap: ``I swung the old peak round to the back.'' In case you were
wondering about the pedigree of that bit of contemporary infantilism.
Huck was American literature's first character to speak naturally.
Holden, too, was a literary pioneer, inventing inarticulateness as a token
of adolescent ``sincerity.'' (``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. ...'' Partly.) Sixties adolescents, who were Holden's
siblings, punctuated utterances, often of unknowable meaning, with ``you
know''; today's lace their locutions with swarms of ``like.''
The social ambiguities and hormonal turbulence associated with coming
of age, and the theme of tragically ``sensitive'' youth--Holden is too
exquisitely sensitive for friendship--have been the stuff of much fiction,
some of it fine. However, critics, confusing self-absorption with
sensitivity, invest Holden's banal discomfiture's with more meaning than
they can bear, and Byronic dash.
Byron was at least a youth ``mad, bad and dangerous to know.'' Holden
was--is--just as limited and tiresome as his vocabulary.