There are times where this reads like too much of a tribute to The Catcher in the Rye. There are more than a few cliches (the young English teacher who makes a special connection with our protagonist by giving him books, does Brad have to be the quarterback?) and about 12 endings. Still, there is something both frustrating and endearing (and familiar) about Charlie, the protagonist. The book is a series of letters; their recipient is never named, but that doesn’t matter. What does matter is that Chbosky creates one major conflict – only revealed at the end – and it just doesn’t seem necessary. It’s like he doesn’t trust the scenario he’s created. I don’t want to spoil it for anyone, but I was glad I was very close to the end when it came to light.
Chbosky definitely seems to have had his eye on the film adaptation when he wrote. The tunnel scene? Really? Still, the prose is evocative, and I am looking forward to the movie.
Okay. Just finished the movie. A well-done straight ahead adaptation with a few actors I’d like to see again. It’s directed by Chbosky himself.