He compliments her on her “blue swimsuit” and she points out to him that it is “yellow” as they swim out a bit into the ocean he tells her the story of the Bananafish. (He plays the piano and she has sat with him on the piano bench as he played).
Seymour spends some time on the beach and encounters a very young girl (Sybil), who he apparently has had some contact with at the hotel in which they are both staying. His wife is vapid and the reader is persuaded via a phone call with her mother, which is related in the early part of the story, to form an easy dislike of her. I had the impression or made the conclusion (though baseless) that he was a former soldier with post-traumatic stress disorder. A woman (Muriel) is on her honeymoon (or second honeymoon I guess) with her husband, (Seymour Glass) who is apparently mentally disturbed & suffering from unspecified troubles. The first one was called “A Perfect Day for Bananafish.” I don’t know if you’ve read it or not but **Spoiler Alert!** I found it distressing and a bit confounding. Neither one of them would I recommend to my book club. I read two of the shorter stories in the little café (actually if you’ve been to the downtown Indianapolis Borders you know this is a misnomer) before I left the store. Salinger’s death – I had posted about finally filling a gap in my cultural literacy by reading Catcher in the Rye (Nope, still haven’t done that), and perhaps feeling guilty about never getting that done led me to buying this book. Now, awhile back – around the time of J.D.
It’s a collection of – you guessed it – nine of his short stories. The other book I picked up was “ Nine Stories” by J.D. One was One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia-Marquez, which I’ve coveted for quite a while (ever since my bookclub read the same author’s Love in the Time of Cholera in early 2007 – still one of my favorite’s that my book club has read) and which I look forward to reading. This provides me with an excuse to go back downtown one day this week after work and stop by my favorite pub, O’Reilly’s, which is just around the corner from Borders J)Īnyhoo… since they didn’t have the book I wanted, I browsed for a while and picked up a couple books. With that in mind, when I was shopping at “Full Price Books” (er, I mean “Borders”) for my book club’s June book ( In the City, at Least Someone Would Hear Me Scream by Wade Rouse – as it turns out, this book only becomes available in paperback tomorrow, and they were sold out of the hardcover copies. This year, I thought I’d try to find a new story. In the past, I’ve picked out past favorite stories of mine that I’ve read more than once: Chekhov’s “The Black Monk,” Kipling’s “The Brushwood Boy” are two of my picks.
Everybody reads all the stories (generally, this has been a much lighter ‘pages to read burden’ than a normal month) and then we meet and discuss our thoughts.
A perfect day for bananafish pdf pdf#
Each member selects one story and shares it with the group via a link to on-line availability or a photocopy or an emailed PDF file. Each July, my book club takes a ‘break’ and reads a group of short stories.
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