“A Perfect Day for Bananafish” is a short story by J. D. Salinger, originally published in the January 31, issue of The New Yorker. It was anthologized in. A Perfect Day for Bananafish. by J. D. Salinger. THERE WERE ninety-seven This is the hottest day they’ve had in Florida in–“. “Why haven’t you called me?. Use our free chapter-by-chapter summary and analysis of A Perfect Day for Bananafish. It helps middle and high school students understand J.D. Salinger’s .
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A Perfect Day for Bananafish. THERE WERE ninety-seven New York advertising men in the hotel, and, the way they were monopolizing the long-distance lines, the girl in had to wait from noon till almost two-thirty to get her call through.
She used the time, though. She read an article in a women’s pocket-size magazine, called “Sex Is Fun-or Hell. She took the spot out of the skirt of her beige suit. She moved the button on her Saks blouse. She tweezed out two freshly surfaced hairs in her mole. Dxy the operator finally rang her room, she was sitting on bananafosh window seat and had almost finished putting lacquer on the nails of her left hand. She was a girl who for a ringing phone dropped exactly nothing.
She looked as if her phone had been ringing continually ever since she had reached puberty. With her little lacquer brush, while the phone was ringing, she went over the nail of her little finger, accentuating the line of the moon.
Bananafihs then replaced the cap on the bottle of lacquer and, standing up, passed her left–the wet–hand back and forth through the air. With her dry hand, she dzy up a congested ashtray from the window seat and carried it with her over to the night table, on which the phone stood. She sat down on one of the made-up twin beds and–it was the fifth or sixth ring–picked up the phone. Glass,” the operator said. A woman’s voice came through.
The girl turned the receiver slightly away from her ear. Why haven’t you phoned?
A Perfect Day for Bananafish by J.D. Salinger
Are you all right? The phone here’s been–“. The girl increased the angle between the receiver and her ear. Salingef is the hottest day they’ve had in Florida in–“.
I’ve been worried to–“. I can hear you beautifully,” said the girl. But, no, he had to-Are you all right, Muriel? Tell me the truth. Stop asking me that, please.
A Perfect Day for Bananafish
He drove very nicely. Muriel, you gave me your word of–“. Under fifty the whole way, as a matter of fact. I asked him to stay close to the white line, and all, and he knew what I meant, ud he did.
He was even trying not to look at the trees-you could tell. Did Daddy get the car fixed, incidentally? They want four hundred dollars, just to–“. There’s no reason for–” “Well, we’ll see.
How did he behave–in the car and all? He has something new now. He calls me Miss Spiritual Tramp of ,” the girl said, and giggled.
It isn’t funny at all.
When I think how–“. You remember that book he sent me from Germany? You know–those German poems. What’d I do with it? I’ve been racking my–“. That is, I have it. It’s in Freddy’s room.
You left it here and I didn’t have room for it in the–Why? Does he want it? Only, he asked me about it, when we were driving down. He wanted to know if I’d read it. That doesn’t make any difference,” said the girl, crossing her legs.
He said I should’ve bought a translation or something. Or learned the language, if you please. It’s sad, actually, is what it is. Your father said last night–“. She went over to the window seat for her cigarettes, lit one, and returned to her seat bananagish the bed.
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Now, listen to me. At least, he said he did–you know your father. That business with the window. Those horrible things he said to Granny about her plans for passing away. What he did with all those lovely pictures from Bermuda– everything.
In the first place, he said it was a perfect crime the Army released him from the hospital–my word of honor. He very definitely told your father there’s a chance–a very great chance, he said–that Seymour may completely lose control of himself. My word of honor. He’s supposed to be very good. We’re very worried about you. Your father wanted to wire you last night to come home, as a matter of f–“. Sivetski said Seymour may completely lose contr–“. This is the first vacation I’ve had in years, and I’m not going to just pack everything and come home,” said the girl.
I’m so sunburned I can hardly move. Didn’t you use that jar of Bronze I put in your bag? I put it right–“. Where are you burned? Where was Seymour when you talked to him? He’s played the piano both nights we’ve been here. He spoke to me first. I was sitting next to him at Bingo last night, and he asked me if that wasn’t my husband playing the piano in the other room.
I said yes, it was, and he asked me if Seymour’s been sick or something. I guess because he’s so pale and all,” said the girl. His wife was horrible. You remember that awful dinner dress we saw in Bonwit’s window? The one you said you’d have to have a tiny, tiny–“. Slainger kept asking me if Seymour’s related to that Suzanne Glass that has that place on Madison Avenue–the millinery.
Well, nothing much, really. I pdrfect we were in the bar and all. It was terribly noisy. I didn’t go into details very much,” said the girl. He’s in the bar all day long. Do something to you! They have to know about your childhood–all that stuff.
I told you, we could hardly talk, it was so noisy in there. How’s your blue coat? I had some of the padding taken out. But out of this world. You see sequins–everything,” said the girl. Just all right, though. We couldn’t get the room we had before the war,” said the girl.
You should see what sits next to us in the dining room. At the next table.