Dear Ms. Westfall,
Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger is written in the classic Salinger style, with quick wit and smooth, realistic scenes. It starts off with Lane, a college student, awaiting the arrival of his girlfriend, Franny, in a train station. It seems that he is looking forward to a nice weekend spent with her. When she arrives, she seems different than when he had last seen her. She is flustered and sickly looking, pale and sweaty. They go to eat at a small diner, and she only worsens. At one point, she gets up to go to the bathroom. When she is in there, she sits down and cries for about five minutes. When she has finally pulled herself together again, she washes her face and goes back out to meet Lane, who seems utterly confused as to why she’s acting so odd. She orders food, doesn’t eat it, and instead talks, but everything she says is critical of different types of people. She goes off on a tangent about how much she hates certain kinds of people, specifically egomaniacs. After that, she starts on describing a book she is currently reading about a Russian man who is teaching people the “proper” way to pray to God. At this point, Lane is genuinely concerned about her, because she seems to have gotten progressively paler, and still hasn’t eaten, which is apparently unlike her.
While the first part of the book may not seem to have much content, the points Franny raises about society are interesting and show a different view of the world. With her changed attitude, everything she says is negative on some level, and critical of popular people. With that, we see a very Holden Caulfield-like persona take over Franny, and it makes me wonder if Salinger must have at least one person in every book who assumes that role. The way she speaks about people who are considered “popular” is stereotypically accurate, but in a way that actually puts the hypothetical person into a scene. The only main differences between her and Holden is that she is more feminine and apologetic about her thoughts, and she doesn’t use the word “phony” every three sentences. While I admire her thoughts and analysis of society, at the same time I feel as though she would be completely different were she not sick. To be honest, I don’t want it to change. Her pessimistic attitude gives her two sides, and almost makes her come alive. She has her weak, feminine side, the one that is content to do what women are supposed to do, but she also has a darker, stronger side, one that is not afraid to share its opinions.
Another interesting point she raised about stereotypes is a sort of reverse-psychological theory. Rarely is someone on the other side, seeing a group of people and their behaviors from a different perspective, but she seems to be there. Something she said really captured my attention. What she said was, “And the worst part is, if you go bohemian or something crazy like that, you’re conforming just as much as everybody else, only in a different way” (Salinger 26). In many ways, she’s right about that. There seems to be no true originality in the world anymore; it seems to all have run out. No matter what you do, you’re just doing the same as someone else did before you. It’s not revolutionary, and you can barely be called a pioneer. Changing your personality and the way you look to something else doesn’t make you unique; it makes you exactly the same as the people who did what you did. It’s a very sad thought, when you get right down to it, but it’s one that’s almost completely true. There will always be someone and their clone, no matter where you go.
Sincerely,
Lydia
Work Cited
Salinger, J.D.. Franny and Zooey. New York, NY: Back Bay Books / Little Brown and Company, 2001. Print.