Saturday, January 5, 2008
I don't even know what I was running for...I guess I just felt like it.
The Catcher in the Rye. Who hasn't read that book? It's THAT book that everyone gets. It's THAT book that everyone feels and experiences. You BECOME Holden Caulfield. I can't lie...I am one of those. Catcher will always be one of my favorite novels, if not my all time favorite.
Our class was assigned to read it my sophomore year of high school (which, by the way, was the most KICK ASS year of AP English. The Great Gatsby, 1984, The Lord of the Flies, Animal Farm, Othello...come on! So dope!). Anyway, I marked up and highlighted and read the SHIT out of that book. The book meant the world to me. To me, one of the most thoughtful presents to someone is a book which has been read and read and read and marked to no end. You get something more out of your reading. You get a different person's experience.
Anyway, I digress. I lost my book right after I read it. So, it's been missing for, what, five years. I've searched my room high and low for that damn thing...no luck. It broke my heart to have it missing from my life.
On Wednesday (January 2nd)...in the middle of my empty room...there lay a single book. Catcher in the Rye. This book hasn't been in my room for five years. I scan the cover. Scratched, dirty, corners bended. The once white cover was now blotted with dirt and random pen marks and scratches. I open the cover. It's my book. All of my notes and ramblings and highlights and underlines. All there.
I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason where no two such things are "coincidences". And I am also very into taking signs that the universe is trying to give me and really using them to my advantage. I know a lot of you think this is all hokey pokey bullshit, and to you, this blabbing is I'm sure quite boring.
Anyway, I felt such a strong surge of energy jolt through my body. It felt like I found a part of myself I had been searching for forever. Just to see the handwriting of a naive fifteen year old version of myself, loving something so much, was really powerful.
Sorry to bring up Lennon again, but this brings me to the point of this journal. There's a British film called "The Killing of John Lennon"...obviously the title speaks for itself. The Catcher in the Rye played an important role in Mark David Chapman's life around the murder, to the extent where he actually believed he was becoming Holden. It's obviously one of the most fucked up and twisted stories in our recent history. But the film looks fucking fantastic, and I've been waiting to see it for months. Though it was released in the UK last year, the release date for the states was in January. January 2nd to be exact. The same say my Catcher in the Rye appeared on my floor. Man, I dunno...I think these "coincidences" are the universe really trying to say something. But I'm still trying to figure it out. There's no conclusion...just yet.
Moral of the story...
READ. THIS. BOOK.