Günter Grass

And then we right-wingers see the left’s Ratzinger and raise them a Soros.

Like those Japs in the jungle, we”€™re still fighting the war, tossing long ago teenagers at each other like grenades.

I have little time for Günter Grass. Even when he was on the right side “€“ don”€™t miss this Tom Wolfe anecdote “€” he was the sort of self-appointed “€œconscience of a nation”€ who”€™re insufferable at the best of times, and worse when they turn out to be the very thing they found their entire careers upon condemning: the cowardly hypocrite.

The film version of The Tin Drum came out when I was in high school, and I eagerly devoured the “€œforbidden”€ work in both formats, but was left (perhaps inevitably) unimpressed.

Too young (or “€œold,”€ if you will), to appreciate it, the story struck me “€“ as one almost as bratty and tiny as Oskar “€” as Slaughterhouse 5 without the jokes, or Cabaret but “€œwith book by Rod Serling.”€ The film’s greatest role in my personal mythology was as the catalyst that sparked the welcome implosion of the Ontario Censor Board.

However, we do our side no favors when we condemn our opponents for selectively pruning their biographies “€“ in articles that smooth out factual speed bumps of their own.

This spectacle is particularly unedifying when the writer in question also runs a site called… Truth Revolt.



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