>The narrator takes cracks at psychoanalysts-- ... > And yet that same narrator seems to invite readers to read > psychoanalytically .... This is, I think, a recurring paradox in Salinger's work. There is a repeated expression by the range of characters (Teddy, and Seymour in his diaries, come right to mind) of a sort of mild reticence, or at least a good-natured, interested attitude of knowing-better, towards psychoanalysts. And yet Salinger approaches his characters with such a psychological lucidity that sometimes I get the impression he's been poring over psychoanalytical texts himself. Holden (as with most Salinger subjects) is the clearest example--in the bar with Carl Luce. (God, it's been so long, did I get that name right?) Carl's father is a psychoanalyst, and through Holden we, the readers, are encouraged to judge Carl very harshly, and by extension his father; and it seems to me that while Carl himself represents the illusion of adolescent pretensions of sexual maturity, Carl's father seems to represent the community of psychoanalysis. This, I think, is where Salinger recognizes his own paradox and admits it; Holden, who previously has sort of mocked, or at least nervously insulted, psychoanalysis, begins asking Carl if it's really a good idea, if it really helps. Damn--I lost my whole point. What did I take freshman comp classes for? I've never been good a literary criticism anyway. Will? Help me out here. I'm going back to fiction and the creative narrative. > Tomorrow, in my freshman comp classes, we will discuss it. I have > whited-out the final four words on the student copies again and will > begin by asking them to fill in an ending. Report forthcoming. I still have some moral objection to tampering with the original text. Nonetheless--let us know what happens. --Brendan _______________________________________________________ Get your free, private email at http://mail.excite.com/