In the story, feet symbolize the idea that there’s no such thing as pure, uncorrupted innocence. The first time feet appear in the story is when Sybil, a young girl around four or five, runs energetically down the beach but goes out of her way to stomp on a lopsided sandcastle and destroy it completely. This moment is a small one, but it begins to flesh out the idea that what may seem innocent at first glance (here, a little girl’s bare feet on the beach) can actually be tinged with violence. This is made more clear—and far more ominous—a little later when Seymour can’t seem to keep his hands off of Sybil’s feet and ankles while they chat about silly, childlike things. Even though this doesn’t seem to bother or even really register with young Sybil, this repeated breaking of the touch barrier (in a place as strangely intimate and personal as bare feet) begins to paint Seymour in a vaguely predatory light. And when the pair go swimming in the ocean together, their childlike rapport is also tinged with violence as Seymour literally puts Sybil in physical danger. When a wave comes and she begins to panic, he grasps both of her ankles and pushes her over the wave. Luckily, Sybil finds this exhilarating, but the repeated appearance of feet and ankles coupled with the danger of the wave (and the fact that Sybil is implied to be a poor swimmer and is on a half-deflated raft) depicts Seymour and his friendship with Sybil in a disturbing light.
And when feet and ankles appear again, it’s when Seymour goes so far as to kiss the arch of Sybil’s foot—the most tender spot on a foot, and one of the most tender parts of the body in general—while they’re in the water. His own behavior seems to startle him, as he immediately insists that they get out of the ocean and part ways. (Also notable here is how he proceeds to wrap himself up tightly in his bathrobe, itself a symbol for Seymour’s impulse to close himself off from other adults, suggesting that he knows that his behavior with Sybil wasn’t innocent.) The story implies that Seymour’s distress here comes from the fact that he tried to access innocence through Sybil but failed to and was instead somewhat flirtatious and predatory with her.
When Seymour returns to the hotel alone, he rides in the elevator with a fellow hotel guest and aggressively accuses the woman of stealing secret glances at his feet. As is characteristic of Seymour, he assumes the woman knows far more about him than she actually does; he seems to think that she’s aware of the uncomfortable intimacy he just displayed with Sybil down on the beach when he kissed her foot. In berating the woman for looking at his feet, he seems to be trying to keep her from “seeing” the interaction with Sybil and his resulting discomfort or guilt with his own behavior—guilt he projects onto the woman by twisting her into the offender who was secretly doing something she wasn’t supposed to be doing. Feet thus symbolize the idea that there is always latent violence or predation lurking beneath seemingly innocent aspects of life, as even things as wholesome as a child’s feet are associated with destruction and inappropriate impulses. And now that Seymour has been sobered to this realization, he feels that his own feet are a marker of his lost innocence as a World War II veteran who has likely witnessed (and committed) terrible violence.
Feet Quotes in A Perfect Day for Bananafish
[…] “I just saw one.”
“Saw what, my love?”
“A bananafish.”
“My God, no!” said the young man. “Did he have any bananas in his mouth?”
“Yes,” Said Sybil. “Six.”
The young man suddenly picked up one of Sybil’s wet feet, which were drooping over the end of the float, and kissed the arch.
“Hey!” said the owner of the foot, turning around.
“Hey, yourself! We’re going in now. You had enough?”
“No!”
“Sorry,” he said, and pushed the float toward shore […].
“I said I see you’re looking at my feet.”
“I beg your pardon. I happened to be looking at the floor,” said the woman, and faced the doors of the car.
“If you want to look at my feet, say so,” said the young man. “But don’t be a God-damned sneak about it.”
“Let me out here, please,” the woman said quickly to the girl operating the car.
The car doors opened and the woman got out without looking back.
“I have two normal feet and I can’t see the slightest God-damned reason why anybody should stare at them,” said the young man.