Salinger's only novel, although only a few hundred thousand words, has had a huge impact on American society and literature. In 1951, the novel became an instant sensation when it came out. The protagonist's experiences and thoughts resonate strongly among teenagers and are warmly welcomed by readers, especially college and middle school students. Because this little talk speaks to their hearts, reflecting their ideals, their anguish, and their aspirations. Parents and the literary community have also debated the book. Some believe that it can increase the awareness of young people about life, increase their vigilance against ugly realities, and urge them to choose a path of self-love. Adults can also use this book to improve their understanding of adolescents. But some people think that this is a bad book, the protagonist doesn't work hard to read, and he smokes, drinks, engages in women, is full of rough work, and "fucks" when he opens his mouth, so it should be banned. After more than 30 years of time test, it has proved that it deserves to be one of the "modern classic novels" in contemporary American literature. It is now a must-read in most middle and high schools, and as one critic put it, it has "influenced almost generations of American youth dramatically."

The book tells the story of the protagonist, Holden's own narration, about his experience and feelings after being expelled from school for nearly two days and nights in New York City. It not only vividly and meticulously depicts the depressed and lonely and cynical spiritual world of a middle-class child who is uneasy about the status quo, and the contradictory psychological characteristics of an adolescent teenager, but also criticizes the hypocrisy and artificiality of adult society. Holden is the epitome of a teenager with a complex and contradictory personality. He has a pure and kind childlike heart that pursues a better life and lofty ideals. He was disgusted with those who were keen to talk about women and wine, and he was so disgusted with the hypocrisy and snobbery of the headmaster, that he wiped away the obscene words on the wall with indignation, and that he generously donated money to the nuns who collected money for the victims. He sincerely loves his sister Feixin and takes care of him in every way. In order to protect the children and prevent them from falling off the cliff, he also longs to be a "catcher in the wheat field" for the rest of his life, making a cry like "save the children". However, the negative resistance caused by cynical thoughts, as well as the sensitive, curious, restless, restless, venting, and impulsive adolescent psychology, made him unwilling to read, not to be motivated, to pursue excitement, and to be cynical; He smoked, drank heavily, got into fights, flirted, and even played with prostitutes. He felt that his teachers and parents wanted him to study and improve, just to "get ahead...... so that in the future you can buy a bastard Cadillac". He believed that no one in adult society could be trusted, but was all "hypocrites of hypocrisy", and even the only teacher he admired was later found to be a homosexual, and he taught him that "the mark of an immature man is that he is willing to die heroically for a cause, and the mark of a mature man is that he is willing to live a humble life for a cause." He can't get used to the kind of human feelings in the real society, what he longs for is simplicity and sincerity, but all he encounters is hypocrisy and deception, and he is powerless to change this status quo, so he has to be depressed, hesitant, indulgent, and finally even want to escape from this real world and pretend to be a deaf and dumb person in the poor countryside. After World War II, under the high pressure of social alienation, political repression and conservative culture, the United States formed a "silent decade", and the first to rebel was the "Beat Generation", and the protagonist of this book, Holden, is actually a "Beat Element", the first "anti-hero" to appear, but he has not yet indulged and chaotic to the extent of them.

The Catcher in the Rye was able to make such a significant impact because the author created a novel artistic style. Through the first person, the book narrates his thoughts, what he has seen, heard, and behaved in the voice of a teenager, and also criticizes the hypocrisy and deception of the adult world from the perspective of a teenager. The author analyzes the complex psychology of the protagonist with delicate and profound brushwork, not only grasping the psychological analysis of the conflict between his ideals and reality, but also firmly grasping the psychological characteristics of adolescent adolescence to express the kindness, innocence and absurd indulgence of the protagonist. In the novel, both "stream of life" and "stream of consciousness" are used, and the two are cleverly combined. In terms of the use of language, this book is also unique. The whole book is written in a young person's tone, not avoiding trivialities, not shying away from privacy, using a large number of colloquialisms and slang, vivid and approachable, to achieve the effect of hearing and seeing the person, increasing the appeal of the work, so that readers can more arouse resonance and thinking, arouse associations and repercussions.

I don't care if it's a sad parting or an unhappy parting, as long as it's a place, I always want to leave with a clear idea in my heart.

Otherwise, I would feel even more uncomfortable.

"I don't know anything," he repeated. That's what I can't stand the most. I've already admitted it, but he's going to repeat it. But he said it a third time. "But I don't know anything. I'm very, very skeptical that you haven't ever opened your textbook even once in a whole semester. Have you ever opened it? Honestly, kid. ”

"You've skimmed it, huh?" He said - sarcastic.

"Your, ah, that paper is on top of my little closet. The top part is. Please bring it to me. ”

It's very nasty to come here, but I've gone over and brought him the paper - there's no other way.

"We had a lesson on the Egyptians from November 4th to December 2nd. In the free choice of essay questions, you chose to write about Egyptians, would you like to hear what you have to say? ”

The Egyptians are an ancient Caucasian people who lived in northern Africa. We all know that Africa is the largest continent in the Eastern Hemisphere.

I just had to sit there and listen to this kind of nonsense. It's really nasty to come to this set.

He dances the same upside-down onion posture with turtle feet all day long. He could only dance in this position, but he thought he was very remarkable. He was a man full of muscles, no brains. Well, that's the guy who came out that night. I just can't understand it, I swear I can't. When I got to know Jean better, I asked her how she could have been with Yar. Pike is a bastard who likes to flaunt dating. Jean says he doesn't like to flirt. She said he had an inferiority complex. She looked like she was sympathetic to him, and she wasn't pretending. That's what she meant. That's how funny girls are. When you meet that kind of bastard—very mean, or very arrogant—every time you mention it to the girls, they will say that he has an inferiority complex. He may have an inferiority complex, but it doesn't seem to me to be a reason why he doesn't become a mongrel. You don't know what they're thinking. Once I introduced Repeta. Walsey's roommate is dating a friend of mine. His name is Bob. Robinson, he really has an inferiority complex. You can tell he's embarrassed about his parents, because they're very morale-talking, and they don't have much money. But he's not a mongrel. He's a pretty good guy. But the girl in the same room with Rodta didn't like him at all. She told Rodta that he was very arrogant—and the reason she thought he was arrogant was that he occasionally mentioned to her that he was the head of the debate, and that it was such a trivial matter, but she thought he was arrogant! The problem with the girls is that if they like someone, no matter how nasty he is, they will always say that he has an inferiority complex; If they don't like him, then no matter how good he is, or how low he has an inferiority complex, they will say that he is arrogant. Even smart girls are inevitable.

What I couldn't stand the most was that there was a lady sitting next to me, crying all the way through the bastard movie. The more she played to the fake model, the more she cried fiercely. You might think she did this because she was so soft-hearted, but I sat next to her and saw that she wasn't. She has a small child, and he can't watch movies anymore, so he must go to the toilet. She kept telling him to sit for a short time. She's as soft as a fucking wolf. The people who see some kind of fake play in the movies that make their bastard eyes cry, nine times out of ten, they are mean bastards at heart. I'm not kidding.

A guy next to me was coaxing the girl he was with with sweet talk. He kept saying that her hands resembled those of a nobleman. I almost laughed to death.

Then I remembered how they had sent me to a bastard cemetery with a whole bunch of grunts. My name was engraved on the tombstone, and there were dead people all around. Hey, as long as you're dead, they'll really settle you down. If I do die, I wish some smart guy would just throw my body in the river or something. Whatever you do, just don't send me to the bastard cemetery. People come to see you on Sundays, with a bouquet of flowers resting on your belly, and all sorts of jerk things like that. Who spends it when people die? No one wants it.

I can't stand this. I knew that only his body was in the cemetery, that his soul had gone to heaven, and so on, but I couldn't stand it. I wish he hadn't been lying in the cemetery.

He didn't know what the fuck I was talking about, so he just said "oh" and sent me upstairs. That's pretty good, hey. And it's funny, too. If you say something that no one understands, they will bow down and do whatever they want.

"Don't tear it up. Why is he pushing you? ”

"I don't know. I figured he hated me," said old Fire.

"I'm with another guy named Sylma. The girl from Atbury had ink all over his leather jacket. ”

"That's not good. What's wrong with you—you're a child, God? ”

"No, but every time I go to the park, he follows me wherever I go. He always followed me. He really made me unbearable. ”

"Maybe he likes you. You can't just put ink or something—" "I don't want him to like me," she said. Then she began to look at me with a strange look. "Holden," she said, "why don't you wait until Wednesday to get home?" ”