13 pages @350 wds/pg
There were ninety-seven New York advertising men in the hotel, and, the way they were monopolizing the long-distance lines, the girl in 507 had to wait from noon till almost two-thirty to get her call through.
She was a girl who for a ringing phone dropped exactly nothing. She looked as if her phone had been ringing continually ever since she had reached puberty.
"Whirly Wood, Connecticut," said the young man. "Is that anywhere near Whirly Wood, Connecticut, by any chance?"
"I have two normal feet and I can't see the slightest Goddamned reason why anybody should stare at them....."
COMMENTARYFishing in deceptive depths
My first exposure to J.D. Salinger's first story left me with a memory of a lengthy convoluted story. But recently when I read it I discovered it is actually quite short—simple even.
What gives it length and complexity, especially on first reading, is its novel structure. And I mean "novel" in both senses.
"A Perfect Day for Bananafish" shifts between various characters, setting the scene each time, the way novels often do. The main focus is on a young married couple but their scenes are entirely separate as they interact with other characters: the young woman with her mother by phone and the young man with a little girl on the beach near the hotel.
The final scene arguably brings them together but in shocking fashion.
Every step of the story is a surprise on first reading and I have to say I didn't see any of it coming—especially not the conclusion. But on re-reading I wondered why I hadn't. It's all there. The psychological import of what's happening on the surface of the story is clear, but the surface is so charmingly revealed with such a relaxed, even humorous, tone that you're lulled into missing the depths.
In this way, Salinger's first story is almost the opposite of his first novel. The Catcher in the Rye gives you everything from its main characters' overheated internal monologue, wearing his psychology on his sleeve. But its first-person account presents external reality nearly inarticulately, as filtered through his jaundiced adolescent view of the world.
However, "A Perfect Day for Bananafish", written in the third person, offers up startlingly concrete images, getting the smallest details correct, right up to the last few words, while avoiding any direct revelation of what's going on inside the characters, especially the husband.
Then there's that incredible dialogue. Nothing overly dramatic to give away where it's all heading. Just a woman chatting with her annoyingly critical mother. A man fondly teasing a little girl and then briefly another guest at the hotel. Seemingly natural, endearing at times, mystifying at moments, but always dead-on realistic.
And when you read it the second time over, you find out how much more it says.