The Catcher in the Rye

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Jumping back onto the 1001 bandwagon after a brief interlude, I have to admit that the ride proved to be rather bumpy with this week’s chosen book in the driver’s seat. I was taken to a disturbingly (and sometimes hilariously) fragile place –the interior of an American teen’s mind- as we navigated the ‘phony’ world of the white middle and upper class in The Catcher in the Rye.

Universally hailed as the quintessential book of teenage angst –so much so that it was graphically referenced in that ‘Emo Kid’ song from about a decade ago- The Catcher in the Rye is a mock autobiography written from the point of view of American teenager, Holden Caulfield, whom has just been expelled from another prep school. Running away to New York to kill some time before facing his folks, Holden flits from place to place on a seemingly impulsive and completely direction-less path that ends up leading right back to where he started.

I can absolutely understand why this book is a part of the classic literature canon. There are many things about it that make it hugely memorable and provocative. The first person register and the fact that it’s written in a very nonchalant, colloquial voice gives us a real sense of character -reminiscent of A Clockwork Orange- whilst simultaneously highlighting Salinger’s satirical streak.

My guess is that this book is canonical because of the many ways in which you can interpret it, especially the narrator. Whilst it’s not even two hundred pages long, The Catcher in the Rye is a veritable rollercoaster of compulsion and confusion, especially regarding the narrator. On more than one occasion, I found myself questioning whether Holden was clinically depressed, suffering from PTSD, or just off his tits the entire time. Is he really smoking cigarettes or ‘cigarettes’ for two days, is the world really as phony as he believes, or is he just another classic unreliable narrator like those from Poe? These questions don’t really get answered –or if they do it’s more or less hand-waved aside- and it’s this trick that establishes the book’s unique reading experience.

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What’s even more fascinating is that Salinger doesn’t seem to have any love for his protagonist and the little mishaps that happen to him on his journey serve as a nice slice of ‘serves you right’ cake. It’s very hard to like Holden, mainly because of the fact that you’re on your toes about how much of what he tells you is true. Heck, even Holden doesn’t hold himself in high regard! The book is filled with various self-deprecations and even apocalyptic anxieties/fantasies, perfectly communicating those lost, directionless, and rebellious feels of adolescence. While I don’t believe that all teenagers go through that heavy level of angst, it’s certainly something that we can all identify and empathise with.

The Catcher in the Rye is certainly a significant piece of literature, one that although I didn’t necessarily adore, I definitely appreciated. Having now finally read it I can better understand its references and allusion in popular culture and appreciate the many interpretations that people have of it.

Author: J. D. Salinger, 1945-46

Published: First published by Little Brown & Co. (Boston) in 1951

The Hiding Place

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Thinking back over some of the more modern books that I have read this year, a lot of them being Australian fiction, it’s fascinating to see that there is something about the way that they are written that causes you to visualise the narrative in terms of stage or screen – and this quite often is what makes them compelling. The Empress Murders definitely felt like a fast-paced farcical stage play to me while Unbury the Dead could have absolutely been an ABC miniseries. The next book that had me reading this way was Kate Mildenhall’s The Hiding Place, which I have just closed the cover on and am still reeling from.

When Lou sees an ad for an abandoned mining town up for sale, she is quick to convince her sister and lifelong friends to chip in and make it their own. An idyllic bushland paradise where the four families can come together on camping trips, get back in touch with nature, and escape from the pressures of their lives for a while. As they set off for their first weekend at Willow Creek, excitement and romantic dreams are high, only marred a little bit by a deer running a trailer off the road, a confrontation with the neighbour about incorrectly placed fences, and some squatters camped down by the river. But these problems pale in comparison to the fact that by the end of the first night, someone is dead.

An absolutely rollicking thriller set against the harshness and majesty of the Australian bush, The Hiding Place is a fantastic novel that follows a central cast of delightfully distasteful people who you cannot wait to see get their comeuppance. It reminded me of The Slap a little bit: a bunch of characters, each with their own dirty little secrets that they try desperately to keep and justify to themselves, put in a situation that causes everything to chaotically unravel.

Told in short chapters that follow the various characters, it delightfully depicts these long-lived friendships that have reached a point where the darker side of human nature has gone to seed. Rivalry, judgment of parenting techniques and lifestyle, self-righteousness, misogyny, and victim plays run rampant throughout the pages, bookended by wickedly funny opening and closing scenes of the general store where the locals are discussing those city folk who bought Willow Creek – and painting a wickedly apt picture of the type of people they are.

It’s a delightfully dirty book, one that encourages its readers to let their nastier sides wash over them, make sadistic little judgements about these characters, and then relish in the mentally, socially, and emotionally macabre way their lives spiral into the ground. You know it’s bad, but oh it’s so good. Salty-sweet like peanut butter and chocolate.

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And the readers are not the only ones enjoying making harsh judgements. Devilish comments on the moral degradation caused by capitalism, the pretentious farce that is glamping, and the difference between knowledge read and knowledge lived bring extra layers of drama, depth, and black comedy to the story.

Filled with drama, tension, and characters you love to hate, The Hiding Place is a wickedly fun thriller that I could not put down.

Author: Kate Mildenhall, 2025

Published: Scribner, an imprint of Simon & Schuster (Australia) Pty Ltd, Sydney, 2025

Tales From the Cafe

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Still well and truly entrenched in this wondrous new reading groove, this week I have gone back to fiction and revisited a charming little café in Tokyo that allows you to travel through time. A bittersweet cosy novel, Tales From the Café is the second book in Toshikazu Kawaguchi’s Before the Coffee Gets Cold series.

Hidden away from the hustle and bustle of Tokyo is a tiny little café that allows you to travel through time. There are a number of rules and caveats attached, but even so people who hear the urban legend find their way there to travel to the past and perform one deed that could change their future. Like Gohtaro who goes back 22 years to record a wedding message for his adopted daughter from her real father. Or Yukio or travels to see his dead mother before she is hospitalised. Katsuki visits the future see if the lover he left behind is happy, and Kiyoshi travels thirty years back to give his dead wife a birthday present. These people can’t change the dark events that inspired these meetings, they have just enough time to do one act or have one conversation that can change their outlook on the future; help them find and inspire happiness with each new day.

Similar to the first book: Before the Coffee Gets Cold, Tales From the Café is a collection of five little stories that deal with sad themes of loss, bereavement, death, and post-traumatic stress and sees the characters put themselves in a unique situation in an attempt to find emotional clarity and happiness. Usually, the protagonist travels through time with a plan and often that plan gets upended by something the visited party says or does that shifts the hero’s mindset. There are four stories told in four chapters, with an overarching story of the café’s staff running parallel.

Kawaguchi’s simple prose is immersive and transportive, and inspires readers to put themselves in the heroes’ shoes and ask what would I do or say if I was going to meet with the dead? The unique, science-fiction quirk of the novel’s setting is discussed in such a delightful, nonchalant way that makes the true message about the beauty of life and everyone’s deserving happiness really shine through.

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It’s been a few years since I read the first novel and so I did worry that my reading experience would be smudged a little but my memory trying to dredge up the ins and outs of the setting and its inhabitants, but I was able to pick up Tales From the Café and immediately fall into pace with it, no mental jogging required. Filled with grief, compassion, and love, it’s a lovely afternoon read.

Author: Toshikazu Kawaguchi, 2017

Translated by Geoffre Trousselot, 2020

Published: Picador, an imprint of Pan Macmillan, London, 2020.

Tales From the Cafe is the second book in Toshikazu Kawaguchi's Before the Coffee Gets Cold series.

Phosphorescence

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After the profound and intense way that On Not Climbing Mountains made me feel, I was keen to keep that feeling of self-awareness and emotional clarity going. So, I plucked Phosphorescence off the shelf: a book that I have been meaning to read for ages but have never seemed to be in the right mood or headspace for. Until now.

It’s hard to articulate just how good it feels to get into a good reading groove. While I haven’t stopped reading at any real point, I realised only recently that there was this underlying feeling of stagnation that was accompanying my bouts of reading. But now it feels like I have broken the surface of a body of water I didn’t know I was submerged in. When I read right now, I experience relief and liberation. I’ve been trying to identify the catalyst that stirred up these feelings and it finally came to me this morning. It’s a universal fact that is so obvious we constantly forget about it, take it for granted, and render it invisible. Variety. Up until maybe a month ago, I was on a total fantasy kick and by the time I finished Throne in the Dark I was so burnt out on fantasy that I didn’t even realise. Then I switched tracks with some slice-of-life novels and the Claire Thomas one for bookclub and suddenly my brain was reacting differently. We all know that the occasional break in routine or ‘spicing things up’ is good for revitalising you, but I don’t think we ever really realise just how much a small change can affect brain activity until we mentally catch ourselves in the action of changing it up. It’s remarkable and, aptly, the theme of Julia Baird’s Phosphorescence, which I absolutely adored!

Julia Baird is a renowned author, award-winning journalist, mother, and cancer survivor devoted to finding awe and helping her readers find it too. As humans, we are complex, erratic, and chaotic masses of organic matter and thoughts, living lives that are often made dark by depression, trauma, anxiety, illness, bad luck, poor choices, loss, grief, and a Pandora’s box of et cetera. But we live in a world that provides resources for coping with all of this. Whether it be the natural wonders of hearing birdsong while watching the sun rise, or seeing the ocean light up at night with its bioluminescent inhabitants, or the ones that we shape ourselves: art, relationships, community, religion, there is awe to be found everywhere and it’s important for us to stop for a moment or two every day, find these awe pockets, and take the time to admire and appreciate them. We might be surprised at just how much it changes the course of our day.

Phosphorescence is an exploration and celebration of a whole mass of stuff. Part autobiography and part explorative essay, it’s written with a voice that is intelligent, curious, and down to earth, instantly making it relatable and engaging: like having a long conversation with a creative critical thinker. Baird shares her own experiences of darkness and celebrates the memorable moments in nature, with friends, within communities that helped light her way through them. It’s a book that tells us stuff we technically know but then backs it up with statistics and personal scenarios that really hammer home the point, inspiring moments for us to look back at our own dark times and feel the dawning of realisation spread though us as we recall going through the same mental and emotional phases she describes.

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It’s tricky to articulate why it’s so stirring and profound because, similar to Thomas’ On Not Climbing Mountains, it tells a lot of different stories about a lot of different things in a voice that is reporting with feeling. What I can say with certainty is that this book made me feel wonderful: it’s its own little pocket of awe that I am so glad that I took the time to enjoy. Praise for Julia Baird!

Author: Julia Baird, 2020

Published: Fourth Estate, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers, Australia, 2020

On Not Climbing Mountains

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After my recent fantasy deep-dive and then the overly cosy outings with Michiko Aoyama, this month’s Bookclub read was a welcome change of pace that I didn’t know I needed. Isn’t that a lovely thing: when a decision is made for you at precisely the right time that you would be ready for it? This month, we are looking at Claire Thomas’ On Not Climbing Mountains, a book about seemingly everything and nothing that is written in a way that just inspires you to think about the world: its narratives, its landscapes, and its interconnectivity.

Schoolteacher Beatrice Angst arrives in Geneva, the first stop in a train journey across the country of her father’s birth. He has recently passed away and Beatrice wishes to grieve, to be outside of time, alone with her thoughts and her loss, but as she travels across Switzerland she cannot help but get swept up in the stories that all around her. Mary Shelley, Charlie Chaplin, Fleur Jaeggy, Patricia Highsmith, Vladamir Nabokov, Lenin, Sir Edmund Hailary, Casanova – they are all with her on this journey, tied together by a beautiful, mountainous landscape.

Madeline Gray best sums up this incredibly moving novel in her front-cover review: “Thomas has written a novel that is truly novel – braiding stories of artists, writers, and thinkings into a literary rope, a pulley system for the mind.”

Indeed, the book begins as a collection of individual life-stories and anecdotes of famous and recognisable historical figures, as well as a few unheard-of heroes, with nothing in common aside from their presence in this landscape at one time or another. Written simply while also being engaging enough to inspire one to hop onto Google and learn what they can about these people, On Not Climbing Mountains is one of those rare books that gently massages the part of your mind where ambitions are kept, stimulating inspiration to learn more about bees, read Frankenstein, go to an art gallery, and watch Modern Times.

It is only about a third of the way through that we are properly introduced to the main character and the circumstances that bring her to this place that inspires such stories and trains of thought. From there the book is… everything. It’s fiction, it’s a bunch of biographies, it’s a review of art, literature, and film, it’s an environmental, historical, and poetical study on mountains, it’s a series of tales interconnected across time. It’s beautiful.

And the prose throughout is written with this gorgeously genuine and admiring tone that provides insight into who this protagonist is. It’s unidentifiable to me but there is something about Thomas’ writing that is raw and genuine, which makes this book feel so intimate even though it’s nonchalantly telling a bunch of tiny stories that have nothing to do with the heroine, other than be about people or books or films that she’s enjoyed or been interested in.

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I absolutely loved this book and the way that it made me feel. It’s a novel that promises everything and nothing. That somehow manages to envelope you so totally that you’ve traversed half of it before registering what it’s about and what it’s exploring. It’s both melancholy and jubilant, a lament and a celebration of humanity’s achievements: art, science, philosophy, politics, invention, curiosity, brutality, conquering the physical world, and being left to slowly die in it. On Not Climbing Mountains is moving, profound, soothing, and fascinating. The literary equivalent of being carried by a small current in a quiet beach on a cloudless day.

Author: Clair Thomas, 2026

Published: Hachette Australia, Australia & New Zealand, 2026

Macha on Monday

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After enjoying Hot Chocolate on Thursday so much, there was no way that I could not close the cover on it and not dive right into its companion novel, Macha on Monday.

The Marble Café in Tokyo is an assuming place. One might even miss it if they were not looking properly. Yet so many people can trace defining moments in their lives back to the café and its mysterious founder, Maestro. A tea merchant finds love, a kamishibai performer expresses her feelings to her standoffish grandmother, a socially awkward young man looks at his classmate hierarchy a little differently, and a cat listens as an old second-hand book seller tells it about the Tanabata Star Festival. Dreams, desires, needs, and the means to fulfill them, sometimes all that’s needed to achieve them is a place to sit and gather one’s thoughts.

The ripples that were established in Hot Chocolate on Thursday have reached further and Macha On Monday tells a fresh batch of uplifting stories from characters in Kyoto who have ties to Marble Café and Maestro. The story progression follows the same flow as its predecessor, this time with the chapters telling a story from each month over the course of a year. Stronger themes of social anxiety, traditional vs modern attitudes, and self-discovery and acceptance colour the stories, still achieving the uplifting feels that flavoured the first book, though a little more forcefully.

The prose is simple with the perfect number of descriptive phrases that conjure the visual scene in the reader’s mind, making the book completely enveloping and creating a mind-space in which the reader can breathe and become aware of their own state of being; mental, emotional, physical etc. That is the power of these types of novels, what makes them so special, important, and enjoyable.

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While I enjoyed its predecessor a lot more, Macha on Monday is a book that still brightened my week and made it easier to breathe through. A delightful read.

Author: Michiko Aoyama, 2021. Translated by E. Madison Shimoda.

Published: Original Japanese edition published by Takarajimasha Inc., Tokyo. First published in Great Britain by Doubleday, an imprint of Transworld Publishers, Penguin Random House, 2026.

Hot Chocolate on Thursday

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While the saying goes, ‘you can never have too much of a good thing’, we all know this is false. Everything in moderation is a much healthier mantra to live by. After the slightly amusing but overly unimpressive Throne in the Dark, I felt it was definitely time to take a step away from fantasy for a bit, so this week I have moved on a little bout of cosy, Japanese, slice-of-life fiction.

Tucked away amid the cherry blossoms along a river in Tokyo sits the Marble Café. It’s a quaint and cosy place where one can have a hot drink, pass the time, and perhaps have a special encounter. Here, a woman sips hot chocolate while writing a letter to her pen pal. The manager admires her from afar. A working mother makes plans for her son’s lunch, while a friend quickly rushes out to buy another friend something blue for her wedding. Life is made up of meetings and moments, many of which seem so insignificant but end up making the biggest differences in our lives.

Japanese slice-of-life novels are fast becoming my new favourite genre for cosy, recreational reading. There is something about the uplifting collection of short stories centred around a specific location that has the power to really pull me out of any life-funk that I’m on the verge of slipping into. Hot Chocolate on Thursday definitely did this for me. It’s a sweet and wholesome collection of stories, each one a different chapter with a colour as a narrative focal point, that hold nothing in common with each other but the fact that the characters are each somehow linked to Marble Café or its mysterious founder, the Maestro.

Despite the absence of a central plot, there is a definite flow in the progression of each story, as every chapter is a tale told from the point of view of a person we met in the previous chapter. Messages of work-life balance, love, and the health benefits of shifting perspectives fill every page to make the book a warm and gentle reminder that even though the anxieties of life can become overwhelming, they can be broken down piece by piece and everything can be OK in the end. The lightest touch can disturb a still body of water and this book really plays with that image but instead of disturbing calm, it’s rippling common life problems and reshaping them so that the characters (and the reader) can see them differently and change the way they respond to them.

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Hot Chocolate on Thursday is a warm, soothing, and delightful book. It really is like a cup of chocolate: a smooth procession of stories that are tinted with a slight bitterness but are then overcome with a spreading sweetness that manages to reach every part of the body and mind. I absolutely adored it!

Author: Michiko Aoyama, 2017. Translated by E. Madison Shimoda.

Published: Original Japanese edition published by Takarajimasha Inc., Tokyo. First published in Great Britain by Doubleday, an imprint of Transworld Publishers, Penguin Random House, 2026.