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The Tin Drum
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I had an intense reaction to this book. I friggin hated it. Or, rather, I loved to hate it, while I was reading it. It was an assignment in a Postmodern Lit. class, and everyone in the class liked the protagonist but me. I thought he was awful. I couldn't believe they enjoyed him, much less admitted to enjoying him. But some part of me must have understood.
...That was the point. This is a story I felt in my stomach. It was so full of perversion, of the grotesque, and I was 20 and a "good girl" and wanted so badly to not be drawn to it but there I was, ploughing through. Disgusted with so much along the way, but to my great surprise I found myself touched. I cried for a character I thought I was completely repelled by. I couldn't believe it. And at the end, when I reached the last page, when I finished and shut the book...I was grateful. Not to have finished it; I was grateful that I got to read it in the first place.
There are awful images and episodes that stick with me. It is not pleasant to revisit them. But you know what? With every bit of my smiley, idealistic being I say...Thank God. (Or, rather, Thank Grass.) There isn't always easy beauty, or recognizable beauty around us. Oftentimes the beauty is buried in dirt and hard-earned, and doesn't even look like anything lovely at all once you get to it. But you hold it in your hands and it will move you. And if you're lucky, it will change you.
...That was the point. This is a story I felt in my stomach. It was so full of perversion, of the grotesque, and I was 20 and a "good girl" and wanted so badly to not be drawn to it but there I was, ploughing through. Disgusted with so much along the way, but to my great surprise I found myself touched. I cried for a character I thought I was completely repelled by. I couldn't believe it. And at the end, when I reached the last page, when I finished and shut the book...I was grateful. Not to have finished it; I was grateful that I got to read it in the first place.
There are awful images and episodes that stick with me. It is not pleasant to revisit them. But you know what? With every bit of my smiley, idealistic being I say...Thank God. (Or, rather, Thank Grass.) There isn't always easy beauty, or recognizable beauty around us. Oftentimes the beauty is buried in dirt and hard-earned, and doesn't even look like anything lovely at all once you get to it. But you hold it in your hands and it will move you. And if you're lucky, it will change you.
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April 4, 2007
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All the post-modern junk was great. The "jazz" chapter was jaw-dropping. Oskar's care-taker's fixation with creating knots was a bit on the nose but interesting nonetheless. I heard a recent interview where Grass said all of his novels' subtext is unintended and, I THINK he said, non-existing.
I'm interested to hear what Tia's post-modern lit professor had to say about the author's intentions in this case!

Other times an author may not intend, but the words come out the way they do because of who the author is.
And because of who is reading it.

We have to remember, Freud died basically the same year that WWII began, so it's quite probable for Grass to have been familiar with Freud's writing.
It's nearly impossible to argue that Grass didn't know exactly what he was doing when he was writing that "jazz" chapter, and this, I think, should chip away at Grass' posture that his text has no intended subtext.
Perhaps he wrote the cigars as cigars only, initially. But 'initially' is the key qualifier in this case, I believe.
Ruth, re: "And because of who is reading it." <-- touche`



We ought to read books we feel in our stomachs
I want to read it. But is it too complex for normal people? I don't know if my brain would be able to perceive the depth of it lol.

