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going into it, if you want to know the truth. In the first place, that stuff bores me, and in<br />

the second place, my parents would have about two hemorrhages apiece if I told anything<br />

personal about them. <strong>The</strong>y're quite touchy about anything like that, especially my father.<br />

[fn 5]<br />

<strong>The</strong> Holden Caulfield of J.D. Salinger's <strong>The</strong> Catcher in the Rye inhabited the world that<br />

also belonged to <strong>George</strong> <strong>Bush</strong>, the world of the northeast prep schools of the 1940's.<br />

Apart from the obvious parallels between <strong>George</strong> and Holden, there is the interesting<br />

question of whether <strong>Bush</strong> might have a closer relation to this literary personage. In the<br />

course of the errant Holden Caulfield's time in New York City, he takes a girlfriend to a<br />

matinee theatre performance; during the intermission the girlfriend, named Sally, spots<br />

"some jerk she knew on the other side of the lobby. Some guy in one of those very dark<br />

grey flannel suits and one of those checkered vests. Strictly Ivy League. Big deal."<br />

Holden recounts the later conversation between Sally and her friend: "You should've seen<br />

him when old Sally asked him how he liked the play. He was the kind of a phony that<br />

have to give themselves room when they answer somebody's question. He stepped back,<br />

and stepped right on the lady's foot behind him. He probably broke every toe in her body.<br />

He said the play itself was no masterpiece, but that the Lunts, of course, were absolute<br />

angels. Angels. For Chrissake. Angels. That killed me. <strong>The</strong>n he and Sally started talking<br />

about a lot of people they both knew. It was the phoniest conversation you ever heard in<br />

your life." "<strong>The</strong> worst part was, the jerk had one of those very phony, Ivy League voices,<br />

one of those very tired, snobby voices. He sounded just like a girl. He didn't hesitate to<br />

horn in on my date, the bastard. I even thought for a minute that he was going to get in<br />

the goddam cab with us when the show was over, because he walked about two blocks<br />

with us, but he said he had to meet a bunch of phonies for cocktails, he said. I could see<br />

them all sitting around in some bar, with their goddam checkered vests, criticizing shows<br />

and books and women in those tired, snobby voices. <strong>The</strong>y kill me, those guys."<br />

Who was Sally's friend? "His name was <strong>George</strong> something - I don't even remember- and<br />

he went to Andover. Big, big deal." Who was the "phony Andover bastard" who so<br />

exasperated Holden Caulfield? Can this be a very early cameo appearance of <strong>George</strong><br />

Herbert Walker <strong>Bush</strong>? J.D. Salinger is not known for giving interviews, but <strong>George</strong><br />

<strong>Bush</strong>, Big Man on the Andover campus, would have been a figure of some note under the<br />

clock in the Biltmore during the early 1940's, which seems to be the epoch in which this<br />

episode is set.<br />

<strong>Bush</strong>'s devotion to racist genetic determinism recalls a slightly earlier figure of the<br />

Eastern Liberal Establishment in literature; this is the Amory Blaine of F. Scott<br />

Fitzgerald's This Side of Paradise. For the egotist Amory Blaine, whose motto was "I<br />

know myself, but that is all," and who called out to an arch- traitor and arch-villain<br />

"Good-by, Aaron Burr, you and I knew strange corners of life," was also a believer in the<br />

superiority of whites and blondes. As Amory tells one of his college friends:<br />

We took the year-books for the last ten years and looked at the pictures of the senior<br />

council. I know you don't think much of that august body, but it does represent success<br />

here in a general way. Well, I suppose only about thrity-five per cent of every class here

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