I have just just finished reading JD Salinger‘s ‘Seymour: an Introduction’. Oh Lord, how I hated, loathed and detested this story, with its enormously long sentences that go on for complete paragraphs; stream of consciousness, pretension and (curious parenthetical) asides. The only way I made it through was to imagine Seymour and Buddy Glass as Frasier and Niles Crane.
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