For Holden, Hollywood represents everything that's fake in the world, and his brother, D. B., who used to be a great writer, is a part of the whole phony factory that is the movie industry. Holden is disappointed with D. B. because D. B. has sold out. In fact, The Catcher in the Rye is simply a novel about Holden's disappointments, from big ones (his brother Allie's death) to little ones (his date with Sally).
I'm sorry to disappoint you, my disciples, today. I had every intention of writing a review of a really wonderful chapbook of poems I recently acquired. I am not writing a book review this evening. I don't have the energy for it. Instead, I want to talk a little about disappointment.
Life is full of disappointments. You don't always get the biggest piece of pizza, and gas prices at the pump rarely go down. The biggest disappointments in life, however, always come from the people you love and trust the most. D. B. really disappoints Holden with his career choice. The people you care about are not supposed to let you down. They're supposed to support you, help you, uphold you, and not do anything to jeopardize their spot on the pedestal they're on.
Today, a person I care about a great deal really disappointed me. I was so angry that I had to go for a run when I got home. A long, hot run. It didn't help. Even as I was taking my shower afterward, I was still fuming.
I'm not going to go into detail, but let's just say it involves work, a vacation, and this person making the statement, "Well, Marty's just going to have to miss his son's first day of kindergarten." If I were a woman and my child was entering kindergarten, I know I wouldn't be in this situation. For some reason, it's important that mothers are at home for first days of school, but it's OK for fathers to miss them. Fathers have to work. Fathers don't nurture. Fathers provide.
Well, this father has always been at home to get his kids on the bus on the first day of school. I haven't missed a school program or concert, ever. And now a person I care about a great deal is telling me, "Sorry, buddy, you gotta work."
I'm really disappointed tonight with this person. She's never been this thoughtless and self-centered before. And I'm disappointed with the stereotype that mothers are more important than fathers when it comes to important events in kids' lives. Fathers can be just as sensitive, caring, and supportive as mothers.
I will be at home on my son's first day of kindergarten. I won't miss it.
And the person responsible for all this turmoil can simply suck my big toe. (I was going to say "bite my ass," but I'm classier than that.)
And that's a piece of Saint Marty's mind.