In response to the common criticism that Holden Caulfield, the narrator of the Catcher in the Rye, is unlikable; I regret to inform you that you are also unlikable. So am I. There’s this like, weird but pervasive feeling in the world of contemporary coming-of-age fiction that characters ought to be, like, either the person you want to be or the person you want to be with. And I am happy to acknowledge that Holden Caulfield is not the guy you want to be or the guy you want to be with. He’s not Edward Cullen. But he is the guy you secretly know yourself to be, which I would argue is in the end more interesting.
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