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Gunter Grass-the literary magician

Gunter Grass's THE TIN DRUM is just an amazing amazing read. I'm not done with it yet, but every chapter feels like a tiny journey, and the voice of the narrator is such a joy to read, every line is like a fiesta. It is like watching an amazing linguistic acrobatic performance. He takes you to great heights and strange places, and offers a unique and unforgettable view of the world as this strange, grotesque, magical place. I realized this about really amazing writers, they have this hynoptic hold on you page after page after page. And their voice lingers, and your view of the world you are in is colored by it, so that after reading a chapter of THE TIN DRUM on BART, when walking through the Stockton tunnel to work, and on seeing the black magnetic tape of a tape casette strung all along the handrail of the tunnel, I felt this incredible joy. They looked just like silvery black streamers, dancing in the currents of exhuast fumes that flows through that tunnel, and against the wet, dirty, and balck concrete ground, they were a celebration of something, I couldn't put my finger on it what. Even the homeless man I saw on my way to work, using a rusty razor blade to remove fungus growth on his feet, attains this strange magical property.

Ah...that's what great writing does to you.

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