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10 THE DRINK
*2 For 1 – get thee to the bar!*
Drunks and readers alike,
“The bar was closing up for the night,
Welcome to the first edition of the Book Club so I bought them all two drinks apiece
For Drunks, featuring Catcher in the Rye by quick before it closed, and I ordered
J.D. Salinger. It was first published 1951 by two more Cokes for myself. The goddam
Little, Brown & Company, runs 224 pages long
and mentions cigarettes and booze more than
table was lousy with glasses. The one
35 times apiece. ugly one, Laverne, kept kidding me
because I was only drinking Cokes. She
Cheers! had a sterling sense of humor. She and
old Marty were drinking Tom Collinses --
THE BOOK in the middle of December, for God's
sake. They didn't know any better. The
Catcher In The Rye covers 48 hours in the blonde one, old Bernice, was drinking
life of 16-year-old Holden Caulfield, who has bourbon and water. She was really
just flunked out of his expensive boarding
school in eastern Pennsylvania. This makes
putting it away, too.”
the fourth school from which he's been
Tom Collins
expelled from. Holden heads to New York City,
his home, and puts himself up in the Edmont
- 1 1/2 oz gin
Hotel. Over the next two days, through a
- 1 oz lemon juice
series of encounters, Holden experiences the
- 1 tsp sugar
cynicism and phoniness of adult life— his
- 4 oz club soda
narrative voice capturing the essence of
teenage angst and alienation. A self-
Mix gin, lemon juice and sugar in a cocktail
indulgent romp with a helluva lot of drinking
shaker with ice. Strain into a highball glass
and smoking for such a young man.
over ice. Top with club soda. Garnish with
fruit (a cherry, lemon wheel and orange
HOW IT STARTS wheel).
-- --
She was sort of cute, the blonde one, and I Boy, I sat at that goddam bar till around one
started giving her the old eye a little bit, o'clock or so, getting drunk as a bastard. I
but just then the waiter came up for my could hardly see straight. The one thing I
order. I ordered a Scotch and soda, and told did, though, I was careful as hell not to get
him not to mix it--I said it fast as hell, boisterous or anything. I didn't want anybody
because if you hem and haw, they think you're to notice me or anything or ask how old I
under twenty-one and won't sell you any was. But, boy, I could hardly see straight.
intoxicating liquor… When I was really drunk, I started that
stupid business with the bullet in my guts
again.