"...These places in my dreams have a precise topography, but they are completely different. They may be mountain paths or swamps or jungles, it doesn't matter: I know that I am on a certain corner in Buenos Aires. I try to find my way."
- "Nightmares", SEVEN NIGHTS, Borges, Jorge Luis.

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Peeling the Onion. Grass, Gunter.


Gunter Grass's infamous memoir revealing details about his involvement with the Waffen SS during WWII.
That's right, folks. The author of one of the most beautiful novels ever written and a winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature served in the auxiliary for the Waffen SS. Ain't life rich?
Ok, well he was drafted into the SS and pleads ignorance on having known about the real dirty work of the SS at the time - his service was at the end of the war, as the Russians invaded Germany, including his hometown of Danzig, now part of Poland again. The real scandal about his memoir was that Grass had never revealed this information before. I understand his reasons for doing so, but I'm not sure I agree with his choice to keep it secret all of these decades. However, that may be easy for me to say, having never been drafted into anyone's war, much less the SS, and never having had my mother and sister raped by foreign troops, and my homeland completely devestated and annihalated. I, for one, see THE TIN DRUM as Grass's redemption.

I recommend this to only die-hard Grass and TIN DRUM fans, as it may be boring otherwise, even the parts detailing the war.

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