Why Do Bananafish Lose Innocence

One day as i was walking to class i seen a group of kids following behind a boy calling him all these awful and hurtful names. They started pushing and shoving him around, with fear in this young boys eyes, he didn’t say a word all he did was walk faster with his head down, with no one in sight to help or say a word to these group

Every afternoon, my mother would take my siblings and I down to the community park. It was a tradition of sorts. The leaves on the trees were brown, only days past Halloween. I sat under the dappled afternoon sun and played in the sand. On this particular day, however, a young girl approached me. Confused, I offered her a friendly smile but was, instead, greeted by the sand she kicked in my direction. Once my mother took notice of this, she came forward and placed a hand over the young girl’s leg without physically touching her. ”Stop,” she said. With this one word, the girl ran off. After a minute or so, an older woman approached my mother and I, with a string of curse words. It was the parent of the girl from earlier. Her husband attempted

The author J.D Salinger conveys the theme of the loss of innocence in title?? using symbolism.

Experience, which destroys innocence, also leads one back to it.” – James Baldwin. “A Perfect Day for Bananafish” by J.D. Salinger, and “Home” by George Saunders depicts the search the protagonists, Seymour and Mikey, go through to retrieve their innocence that they once lost while fighting in the war. Fighting in any war is absolutely terrifying and can leave permanent damage on someone forever—emotionally and mentally, thus leading them to lose their innocence. The effects that the war has left on them and how it impacts their lives are visible in multiple ways. Both short stories “A Perfect Day for Bananafish” and “Home” demonstrate the criticism against the materialistic world, the barriers to effective communication and the elusive search for childhood and home.

Before I come to Canada I lived in Turkey for full five years. I had some good, but mostly bad memories of life in Turkey. The people who live in Turkey can sometimes be so mean and raciest. Once I was at the park with my friend Sara who was a quiet and a calm girl that was from my country. Sara was a friend who I would call my sister. I was on a swing with Sara that a Turkish girl wanted to use. She looked around seven years old and had dark hair and I was nine years old at that time. It wasn’t too long before I saw an angry woman walking toward me; I got scared and told Sara " I wonder why she is so angry." The first word that came out of that angry woman's mouth was " All of you come from other countries and use the swings that our children are supposed to use." I got really upset, I felt a sword just went through my heart. I wanted to tell her that for us to live in her country we pay her government monthly. But, I didn’t say anything and ran to my mom immediately. I went to my mom and started talking like a radio that wouldn’t stop. My mom shook her head and told me "It's okay." And offered me a ice

We lived in the ghettos for all of 2 weeks before we were taken to a camp. My family was split up so my mother, my sister, and I were together and my Father was alone. The work camps were terrible they forced us into hard labor my mother and I knew how to sew so we were put into a work group to sew up soldiers uniforms. I ber one day my mother pricked her finger and got blood on one of the uniforms she was beaten by an S.S officer and yelled at continually. If I ever made a mistake or did something wrong my mother would take the beating for me. I objected every time but she would never let anything happen to me. My older sister was not good at sewing but luckily was put near us she helped cook for everyone in the camp. I will always remember the day of the selection my mother was not chosen but I was my mother tried to talk me into believing that getting picked this time was good and that we needed to say goodbye because she was leaving. I knew the truth though. The next day an officer called out the names of the chosen people my name was called. We were told we were going to take a shower. When they stopped us we were in a big room I did not see any shower heads “Gas chamber” I heard someone mumble. I knew my last breath was going to be soon. All at once gaas entered the room coughing came from all around. I said my last goodbye and said a silent Kaddish for myself and the people I was with. I then took my final breath while many

From a very young age I’ve experienced and seen many unbelievable things, things that no child should ever see nor go through. One of these memories I remember as if it happened yesterday took place when I lived with my mother and her boyfriend. This man who I believed was kindhearted letting us move from our trailer into his apartment would go to be a person seared into my mind through fear and pain. After a few weeks he would start abusing my mother on a regular bases the same way he did to me. One night, he started striking my mother and even though I knew what could happen to me, I found the strength and tried to intervene.

Mylan over heard me crying and rushed in the room with a frying pan and beat my step-dad senseless. My mother learned of the ordeal and threw my stepfather out, she spoke to Mylan and I and whispered " You two put warmth in my heart to see that you protect one another". My mother always said she rather we go against the world before we go against each other. My brother knew I was gay, but when I try to say it vocally he would just say "I know big little brother". After Hurricane Katrina we evacuated to Fayetteville, NC. The following summer when Mylan was 15 and I was 16 there was an incident that involved Mylan almost drowning. When I answered the door to see our neighbor crying I knew something had happened. I ran as fast as I could to my neighbors house I ignored the police and other emergency responders. Mylan was laying on the grown unconscious and not breathing. I broke down crying and did my best to get right next to hime but the police wouldnt let me get near Mylan. He spent the next two weeks unconscience and I spent the better half of that week worried sick. Mylan woke up july 22,

I was nine years old when it happened. I loved Shrek so much, I owned all the movies and the merchandise, I even prayed to Shrek every night, I still do. This night was no different "Shrek is love. Shrek is life." I finish my prayer, thanking Shrek for the life I've been given. My dad overhears me "Faggot." he mumbles under his breath. "Cunt." I reply, I say no more because I know he is just jealous of the devotion and relationship I have with the green lord an savior, Shrek. I can see him grow angrier before he slaps me across the face "Go to your room you disgusting faggot!" he yells. I hold back the tears and I go back to my room, once I'm in the safety in my room I let the rears flow. My face stings from where he hit me. I climb into my cold and lonesome bed, and the suddenly, I feel a warmth move towards me, it runs a large finger down my back.

At the time, I was only 5 years old. It was my second week of kindergarten, I was not exactly comfortable yet. School was in session and I was playing house, being the dad of course, because I worshiped my father. The loudspeaker came on for teacher to check their emails or turn on the tvs. I turned around and my teacher was on the floor, her hands were to her face and her black eye liner dripped down her cheeks. Some of the students walked over and hugged her, teachers began to congregate. What was going on? Why were teachers all heading to the hallway and screaming for us to do the same? The ground underneath me shook and I began to cry. I didn’t know what was happening.

One Sunday afternoon, it was about the end of the strawberry season. Gabriel went to help a sharecropper that was sick and he couldn't do much on his own. When Gabriel got to the field, the owner demanded me ( as Panchito) and Gabriel to go on the back of the truck and help him unload the plow. The sharecropper order my older brother Gabriel to tie a string around his waist and my older brother Gabriel denied to do what was asked t, so he said "men don't pull plow the oxen does it for us" and the owner of the field got angry with Gabriel for not doing was he was asked to, then he started to yell at my brother. He said some terrible things to him and that made me sad and at that time i didn't know what to do so i just stayed quiet for the mean

In J.D. Salinger’s Nine Stories there are many tales centered on children, who are often depicted as a symbol of hope and connected with the values that stand in contrast to the ones typical of the adults corrupted by materialism. In my essay, I would like to concentrate on the portrayal of children in “A Perfect Day for Bananafish” and “Teddy”. Even though the way these characters are depicted is similar, a child protagonist in each of the stories is representative of different things. While Sibyl can be seen as a prototype of a childlike innocence, purity and simplicity, Teddy can hardly be considered a prototypical innocent child. Despite the simplicity of Sibyl’s thinking, her presence and behavior help the reader draw many complex

As a child I grew up in a home with my two parents and two older sisters. I met most developmental milestones at the appropriate age, and I did not have any major childhood illnesses. One of the earliest memories that I can recall was at age 3 or 4. I don’t recall the exact age and I haven’t asked my mother about the event, but I know it was at least before I was school age. I recall that my mother and grandmother were with me and we were standing on the side of a county road near a small bridge. There were police cars and an ambulance parked nearby with their lights flashing. My mother and grandmother were crying hysterically and this was very upsetting to me because I don’t think I had ever saw them cry like that before. The reason that they were crying was that a close friend of my grandmother had drove off the bridge in their

When Seymour takes his own life, we backtrack to his story and he is then seen as a celestial figure, ahead of his time and full of wisdom. Metaphorically speaking, the bananafish ideology depicts humanity in the postwar boom generation, where riches surround all people. However, amidst all the possessions, we cannot help ourselves and we continuously and relentlessly consume, regardless of what may happen as a result. We are each trapped in our own banana-filled hole, in which Seymour ultimately escapes from through his death.

Jerome David Salinger was an influential writer in the 1950’s. He reflected his own personal life in all his fictional stories and several of Salinger’s fictional characters appear to be alter egos at various stages of his life. The autobiographical fiction “A Perfect Day for Bananafish” is a reflection of Salinger’s own war experience and his marital infidelity. The story focuses on the main character Seymour Glass, who is a veteran of World War 2 and consequently a victim of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. As a result of the traumatic event he had encountered, Seymour Glass grew feelings of detachment and estrangement from the society that surrounded him. In “A Perfect Day for Bananafish” J.D. Salinger ingeniously uses