Word: madly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...mad, says Istina Mavet, is to know that things are far, far from what they seem. Workmen apparently digging a ditch are actually digging her grave. Peering into the depths of a mirror, she sees not her image but nothingness. Answering a phone, she hears only the voice she dreads. Even flowers nodding in the wind are not flowers but explosions caused by "sinister collisions of color...
...sensitivity?not merely special, as Salinger might say, but Special. As such, he sets the theme for almost everything Salinger has written since Catcher. Most men know how to ignore, suppress or outwit the occasional suspicion that the world is really not to be borne?but the young, the mad. and the saints do not know the trick. To varying degrees, most Salinger characters, includinging those in Franny and Zooey, belong in these three categories. Strangely enough, the young, slightly mad saints are also full of laughter...
Astonishing Life. The reader may almost feel sorry that she has exchanged the mystic's mad glint for the calm smile of a mere lover of humanity. And the parable of the Fat Lady may seem intellectually underweight. But Zooey's lyric rant is not a seminarian's thesis; it is a gift of love received from Seymour and transmitted to a distraught, prayer-drunk, 20-year-old girl. Apart from questioning the depth of this message, critics?notably Alfred Kazin, who apologizes solemnly for having to say it?have suggested that the Glass children are too cute...
...ordered the retreat from Blackpool, Masters was faced with the decision of what to do with 19 hopelessly wounded stretcher cases-"the first man was quite naked and a shell had removed the entire contents of his stomach . . . another seemed to have been torn in pieces by a mad giant." To avoid holding up the retreat. Masters ordered the men shot. "One by one, carbine shots exploded curtly behind me. I put my hands over my ears, but nothing could shut out the sound ... I muttered, 'I'm sorry,' and 'Forgive me,' and hurried...
...Caldwell tells it in his appealingly basic English: "Bert went back down the road, wondering how he was going to get along without his other pair of pants. By the time Bert reached his house he was good and mad. In the first place, he did not like the way Abe Mitchell had ordered him away from his old farm, but most of all he missed his other pair of corduroys. And by bedtime he could not sit still. He walked around the kitchen mumbling to himself and trying to think of some way by which he could...