Peeling the Onion has ratings and reviews. In this extraordinary memoir, Nobel Prize-winning author Gunter Grass remembers his early life, from his. Günter Grass’s memoir was published last summer in Germany to a chorus of controversy over the author’s service in the Waffen SS. But now. Peeling the Onion – Günter Grass – Books – Review JULY 8, When pestered with questions, memory is like an onion that wishes to be.

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Quite a few found it to be a very good book, too.

Now I remember, now I forget

Jul 07, Raivis rated it it was amazing Shelves: Here was a guy who did it all, and has to face the fact, again and again, that for a bit, he was not only one of the bad guys, he was one of the really bad guys. Grass uses the onion metaphor for memory, pnion back the layers that sweat and bring out tears.

Full of the bravado of youth, the rubble of postwar Germany, the thrill of wild love affairs, and the exhilaration of Paris in the early fifties, Peeling the Onion — which caused great controversy when it was published in Germany — reveals Grass at his most intimate.

He was 16 when he happily signed up for service, and Onon think 17 at the commencement of active duty peeliny maybe late ’44 my dates are hazy and my history shockinganyway when the Germans were being irrefutably beaten back by the Russians. I was moved by his memoir.

He also uses the opposite symbol of amber that freezes objects within as it encases translucently, like memory frozen around certain events. Periodare lungo, articolato, complesso. He tells us hte is ‘more likely’ that the lance-corporal tells him to do this.

When this was made public last summer, it was all over the papers and airwaves in Germany for weeks. Sincehe lived in West Germany, but in his fiction he frequently returned to the Danzig pnion his childhood.

I know there’s controversy about why Grass took oeeling long to admit his involvement grss the Waffen SS, but I think it’s understandable. While he was idolizing Nazi submarine commande Gunter Grass died last night, and I am in mourning. Peeling the Onion was the most discussed book of the year in Germany inas Grass dropped what was considered a bombshell in an interview shortly before publication: Towards the end of the war, the illusion of the glorious Nazi Germany unravels for young Grass, again like the proverbial onion, and he defies the administration by pissing into the coffee he delivers to his senior SS staff leaders.


It was not until after she died that I learned—and then only peelimg from my sister—that to protect her daughter she had offered himself to them. Hiding in a dark wood, he sings in terror a catch from a nursery rhyme; it is answered by the fairytale figure of a veteran lance-corporal, whose name Grass never knows.

Peeling the Onion – US. If the world is making a case that Canadian Omar Khadr was brainwashed as a child to be a killer, then we have to cut young Gunther some slack. Not unnaturally, one turns the pages, impatient for it to come; and then, when it is gone, one feels too winded – too punched – to carry on through the rest of it.

It is ‘something I can halfway believe I can remember’. He can only give us ‘eloquently avoided words.

He was a POW, guntr for a tombstone company, then a sculptor. They had tried doing it by themselves in her room with a cheap onion, but it wasn’t the same.

To expiate himself from the crimes gnuter the Waffen SS to whom he had been attached at the tender age of 17? He prefaces the most dramatic episodes: I didn’t read it during the kerfuffle ofbut coming to it now, in both the inadequate original and in Michael Henry Heim’s always spirited English translation, things seem, if anything, even worse.

The final part of the book reveals the images that led to his creation of the character Oskar Garss, in The Tin Drum, the novel that launched his career as a Nobel Prize winning writer.

Here was a guy who did it all, and has to face the fact, again and again, that for a bit, he w The modern American memoir has decayed into mawkish, simpering shopworn confessionalism– the sort of thing that was embarrassing back when Sylvia Plath scrawled “Daddy, Daddy, you bastard I’m through,” and now is almost beneath reproach. True, Grass says he has written it ‘because I want to have the last word’, but the last word does not tell all, nor is it meant to. In and he worked in a mine and received a stonemason’s education.


Reading this intriguing memoir, I wondered why Grass wrote it. Entre o riso e a amargura.

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This is a wonderful book. Dec 07, Helen rated it really liked it Shelves: We try to hide it. Sometimes the loudest narratives are the ones untold. Nov 17, Zebardast Zebardast rated it liked it. That part of this book, the firs I’m not a massive fan of Grass the novelist. Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account.

Off to read Crabwalk next, which I’ve never read, and I feel like re-reading The Tin Drum – and discovering the rest of his work. Pelures d’oignon – France. It tends to hold forth, to dress up, often needlessly. Grass, who has described ‘my tendency to bring out into the open what had too long been swept under the carpet’ had chosen, late in life – he is 79 – to deploy his greatest defence, his power of narrative, to reveal on his own terms the darkest corner of his past.

Peeling the Onion by Günter Grass – Penguin Books New Zealand

Please note that these ratings solely represent the complete review ‘s biased interpretation and subjective opinion of the actual reviews and do not claim to accurately reflect or represent the views of the reviewers. Grass tried to limit the damage, with a long exclusive interview home-made al fresco lunch thrown in with representatives of the leading conservative newspaper, the Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung, and in a series of public events, and has generally gone on as though nothing has happened; but this is something that will not get better or go away.

Memory contradicts itself; pedant that it is, it will have its way. Things that left their mark. Not to sound like a hungover Schopenhauer, but decay and disagreeable ends are to be expected, aren’t they? But memory, like the onion, does more than that.