In short, I just don't get 'The Catcher in the Rye'. I don't understand Caulfield's character. I find him sad, even a little pathetic, with nothing to drive the narrative but his short trip in 'the big city'. Playing on cliches rather than experience, the novel becomes a bit of a drag towards the end, when actually, he does not experience that cathartic moment and returns to normal life. Disappointing to all out there. I didn't find anything in the novel particularly revolutionary, didn't find the inner question of life acceptance: just a 2-D novel with no depth. The idea of 'human existence', as Louise has said, is shallow and one that other writers have accomplished much better. Salinger should have risen to the level of his contemporaries and written a better biography than this. That's all it becomes, just a biography about a guy who I feel no affection for. Sorry kids!