Exploring The Catcher in the Rye   :   album   :   From the Art Museum to the Zoo

view of Fifth Ave. south of the MET
Holden grew up with a very exclusive world of shops and neighbors near him on the east side of Fifth Avenue. Yet, on the west side of Fifth, was the park and its animals and museums, which he has many fond memories of: walks and roller skating, the zoo, the lagoon, and the museums. It seems to me that, aside from a brief mention of school (p. 199-201), everything Holden mentions about life as a child in New York City is in the park.

As a teenager, he has been going to clubs and stuff but he doesn't like the idea of entering the world of adults. Elevators, busses, business suits, work (p. 130, 133, 172) are all on the east side, away from the park. In his madman days, he repeatedly returns to the park (p. 118-122, 153-6, 208-213). Even when he's not in the park, his thoughts keep returning to the ducks in the park.
It occurred to me that the location of his family's apartment highlights the transition he is faced with. It is a stark transition. Childhood to the west of Fifth Avenue, adulthood to the east. Both places are cold, both have cigar butts and such on the sidewalk, but other than that, it is a world of difference.
Consider also how his life had prepared him only for that stark contrast. He could, feasibly enough, go to school and learn about animals and be, say, a park ranger. Or he could become a teacher or nurse. He cares about kids. But if he pursued these careers, he couldn't go someplace swanky for lunches. He would be something of a fish out of water. It is sobering to think of how we're all influenced by our experiences and can be (ironically) unprepared for what our aptitudes would really flower in. Our lives evolve, generally. All Holden can imagine is to become a guy in the woods by a wild, spur of the moment scheme: running off in a borrowed car. He senses no serious hope of actually working toward such a career. To me it now seems entirely possible that Holden goes on to become a something of a bitter and phony lawyer. Ugh!

(see also aerial view of east Central Park)