My so-called hero
When I was 14 years old I read The Catcher in the Rye. To say I was blown away is an understatement.
Holden Caulfield was my hero. We understood each other and when I finished I hoped and predicted I would be that type of person someday.
Who was I kidding?
Fast forward five years later I read it again. This time things had changed. I could not believe how annoying that kid was. I grew tired of him. So much so I couldn’t finish the book.
Movies followed the same path as The Catcher in the Rye. For some that I found amazing and charming quickly found their way in the crash and burn category years later.
Not every movie or book is that way for me. Some will always be my favorite. It’s as if they grow with me. But why do others fail? Why can’t they keep up like the others?
Questions and Answers
I did some thinking on this and I figured it all comes down to timing.
So many of our past favorites are a snap shot of who we once were. A sarcastic mean spirited flic we just couldn’t get enough of may not work with our views of today. Or a plot involving a child disappearing forever in the woods would now be a turnoff in this parents eyes.
Every now and then I do go back to my old favorites to test my reactions. I’m curious how much I’ve grown or if I’ve regressed a bit.
Which brings me to the point of all this:
Years ago I gave away my only copy of Catcher in the Rye and now I want to read it again. I am a parent of two teenagers so I’m curious how I will view him. With a father’s eye what instincts of mine will rise to the surface?
I can’t answer those questions yet but when I find out I promise I’ll share them with you.
Our priorities and opinions change as we grow, but for me my curiosity is still there and I’m wondering where it will take me when I enter Holden’s world.
Happy Friday Everyone!!!