The latter have sought to hold back the knowledge of “lower, more fashionable lighting effects - the arts, sciences, classics, languages” until Franny and Zooey, the two eponymous and youngest siblings, are both “at least able to conceive of a state of being where the mind knows the source of all light.” As a result, Franny and Zooey are acquainted with philosophical and spiritual ideas from around the world at a very young age. The education of the younger children has been heavily influenced by the two oldest, Seymour and Buddy. The seven children of this family have all starred in their respective times on a radio quiz show titled “It’s a Wise Child.” A childhood spent cultivating marketable intellect has left these children with a virtually unending repertoire of academic knowledge. Franny belongs to the fictional Glass family, developed by Salinger through a series of short stories published in The New Yorker between 19. Although this recent book is the last straw launching Franny into her breakdown, the internal conflict leading her to that moment has its roots further back in the past. Salinger’s “Franny and Zooey” presents two short stories that examine the course of an existential crisis triggered by the teachings of a mysterious spiritual book. Since then, I’ve gotten through Kent Haruf’s “Our Souls at Night” and Brad Watson’s “Miss Jane.” This week I’m writing about J. Three weeks ago I reviewed “The Lonely City” by Olivia Laing. I used to write certain people and tell them not to come." (Franny.3.Over the second half of 2020, I will be attempting to read one book a week from a list the Strategist curated by asking upcoming authors to recommend books they have turned to for solace during the present pandemic.
It was just that I would've been ashamed if, say, anybody I respected – my brothers, for example – came and heard me deliver some of the lines I had to say. "And I had good parts, so don't look at me that way. Especially in summer stock." She looked at Lane. And the worst part was I was usually sort of ashamed to be in the plays I was in. Kissing everybody and wearing their makeup all over the place, and then trying to be horribly natural and friendly when your friends came backstage to see you. All those egos running around feeling terribly charitable and warm. And I used to hate myself so, when I was in a play, to be backstage after the play was over. It seemed like such poor taste, sort of, to want to act in the first place. I began to feel like such a nasty little egomaniac." She reflected.
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