Maxim Biller: Kathrin Passig sollte den Bachmann-Preis zurückgeben

Ich habe ein paarmal versucht, die «Blechtrommel» zu lesen und bin immer schon auf der dritten Seite gescheitert

therefore, according to Biller, he preferred watching, while having a bottle of Kool-Aid, Volker Schlondorff’s movie adaptation as a double-feature together with “The Life of Others”.
No, it wasnt true that Angela Winkler was the blueprint for Esra, one should know that; Esra’s breasts were much plumper than Angela’s. But maybe he just made up the greater lusciousness of his character––after all: the fictitious character of a novel like “The Tin Drum”––; maybe to make Angela Winkler even more perfect, or to draw an imaginary picture, to follow a phantasm. No, he would be sorry, but he coudnt say anything about that, if we hadnt heard about his juristic troubles.

When it comes to moral issues, Biller always takes sides rather with his aunt Holon or Heinrich Boll than with Gunter Grass.
Moreover Biller added, he would be more than willing, if, for instance, Florian Henkel Graf von Donnersmarck would be ousted (again) from his family’s properties in Poland, Hungary, or the Baltic provinces (given arrangements can be made in the future to make up for some of the wrongs past)–– he, Biller, would be more than willing to offer Donnersmarck a provisional home and some gefilte fisch – the very same way (except for the gefilte fisch) Heinrich Boll once acted with regard to the top-notch (Bernard-Henry Levy and Andre Glucksmann have the details) russian dissident Solschenizyn and the hardship endured by him.

Ed.: Maxim Biller should talk to Florian Illies regarding “The Tin Drum”: he would learn that people of a younger generation assuaged their thirst for anti-bourgeois behaviour by doing some excursions to Schlitz and its castles, and, when their attendant (teacher, or something) didnt notice, would have tried to poke some Duplo (not soda-pop crystals) into each other’s bodily orifices. Totally far off the idea of joining some Armed Security Forces instead, as their grandfathers might have done just for the kick of it.
But when having finished with poking for once, they do got past page three of “The Tin Drum” (probably while sparing page three itself), and that is because they knew from Schlondorff’s adaptation how much this book could do for their masturbational needs. And this way Germany’s younger generation (at least its western part, alas) could sign some symbolic “cease-fire” with the generation of “Group 47”; and the agreement was like this: we wont complain about the onerous moralism of the books read in class, when you let us jerk off as often as we could. Deal.


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