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Before I started this book, I was warned well by other reviews But the premise a rat telling her story of human history was too intriguing to pass up.I thought I had a handle on keeping the narrators and timelines straight, but add in the annoying creative use of syntax and it wore on me quickly I was even able to overlook and treat as mammal metaphor the She rat s Grass s term claim that rats were around and were a contributing factor to the extinction of dinosaurs dinosaurs were very Before I started this book, I was warned well by other reviews But the premise a rat telling her story of human history was too intriguing to pass up.I thought I had a handle on keeping the narrators and timelines straight, but add in the annoying creative use of syntax and it wore on me quickly I was even able to overlook and treat as mammal metaphor the She rat s Grass s term claim that rats were around and were a contributing factor to the extinction of dinosaurs dinosaurs were very much gone when the first rodents evolved I considered skipping through and reading the rat narrated parts, but post modernism aggravates me too much A damn shame, because this novel could have been a lotthan it is by doing a lot less I have generally been a fan of Grass ,so in the sixties, but recently enjoyed Crabwalk, but found this book a big disappointment Muddled POV is only one problem, as I was frequently lost between the narrator and the She Rat as to who was relating the story, such as it was Several strands of thought are not connected by the author He revisits old territory, Tin Drum and The Flounder by reviving some of those characters, including old pal Oskar Matzerath That was good, but the stra I have generally been a fan of Grass ,so in the sixties, but recently enjoyed Crabwalk, but found this book a big disappointment Muddled POV is only one problem, as I was frequently lost between the narrator and the She Rat as to who was relating the story, such as it was Several strands of thought are not connected by the author He revisits old territory, Tin Drum and The Flounder by reviving some of those characters, including old pal Oskar Matzerath That was good, but the strands were not connected The movie treatment the narrator gives, for a silent film about the destruction of the forests sounded like some b.s a guy will spew sitting on a bar stool after a couple of rounds maybe that was the idea Rat apocalypse pretty bad Funny description of rats coexistence with humanity, which smacked of the old Grass Overall, plodding, dull and not particularly insightful or funny @Download Book ó Dişi Fare  Bir dilek ger ekle iyor Nuh un gemisinde farelerle yer yok insandan yaln z p kal yor geriye bir gemi s k s k isim de tiriyor dinozorlar n soyu t keniyor eski bir tan kageliyor bir kart, Polonya gezisine a r yor dik y r me egzersizleri yap l yor ve rg i leri har l har l ak rday p duruyorNoel arma an olarak bir fare diledim kendim i in, insanl n e itimi st ne uyar c s zc kler sa layaca n umuyordum Asl nda deniz st ne, benim o Balt k Batakl st ne bir eyler iziktirmekti niyetim gelin g r n ki, hayvan a r bast Dile im ger ekle ti Noel a ac n n alt nda fare, bir s rpriz gibi k verdi kar ma I didn t totally finish this one, either maybe dragged on a little bit in some partsBut sometimes it was amazing.It s funnyA great title.It s funny, just to start talking about rats, of all things.Seemed like he had a lot to say about rats It was good I can t remember a ton of it Something about a rat You know what I really like to post books I only read a little ofI must be the laziest reader in the world.I think I read it in a dream. Now, She rat, that forests and rivers, plains and mountains, manifestos and prayers, even banners and leaflets, not to mention heads emptied by speculation, provide indications that our yarn may be running out now that the end is being postponed from day to day, knitting women are the lat counter force, whereas men just talk everything to pieces and finish nothing, not even mittens capable of supplying warmth to freezing humanity Gunter Grass, The Rat, p.27This book was a roller coaster of a Now, She rat, that forests and rivers, plains and mountains, manifestos and prayers, even banners and leaflets, not to mention heads emptied by speculation, provide indications that our yarn may be running out now that the end is being postponed from day to day, knitting women are the lat counter force, whereas men just talk everything to pieces and finish nothing, not even mittens capable of supplying warmth to freezing humanity Gunter Grass, The Rat, p.27This book was a roller coaster of awesome Grass is another one of those beatnik hippy writers, like Vonegutt, whose ideas seem a bit dated now I enjoyed The Tin Drum when I read it in the late 80s, even though Oskar comes across as a nasty, self centred brat I am sure when the book was written Oskar seemed like a wonderful, radical, non conformist role model Times change though That is why I did not enjoy The Rat It was written in the 80s, so it is hard to indulge Grass his hippy rhetoric The main crime, though, was his crass Grass is another one of those beatnik hippy writers, like Vonegutt, whose ideas seem a bit dated now I enjoyed The Tin Drum when I read it in the late 80s, even though Oskar comes across as a nasty, self centred brat I am sure when the book was written Oskar seemed like a wonderful, radical, non conformist role model Times change though That is why I did not enjoy The Rat It was written in the 80s, so it is hard to indulge Grass his hippy rhetoric The main crime, though, was his crass attempt to appeal to my generation with his Only the punks understood patronising tone There is nothing sadder than an old man trying to get down with the kids and this is what Grass is trying to do here The book is just a rehash of old hippy ideals, which Grass tries to disguise as a punk attitude Unfortunately he fails miserably and the story flounders about going nowhere as a result I remember struggling with this book when I read it in high school, a time period that seems very far away now However, it s also stuck with me, sort of like a bad dream, and so perhaps it s one I should re read someday Since he references his earlier work in this book, and it s the only Grass I ve read, it s not surprising I had trouble with it The Tin Drum is certainly higher on my to read list. One of my favorite books, ever The narrative style is delightful, and layered and often humorous insights into the human condition and capitalism make this a classic as far as I m concerned. Flying across the Atlantic in 1997 Two Frenchmen noticed me reading The Rat, both were already quite drunk and fuelling their mirth with minibottle cocktails which they pored into Coke cans One held his nose and said something the other began laughing and mumbled something in a thickened voice, the word nazi may have been in there I can t really say I put on my headphones and attempted to ignore them, hoping the airport security would stomp them upon arrival No, I didn t think that I was ho Flying across the Atlantic in 1997 Two Frenchmen noticed me reading The Rat, both were already quite drunk and fuelling their mirth with minibottle cocktails which they pored into Coke cans One held his nose and said something the other began laughing and mumbled something in a thickened voice, the word nazi may have been in there I can t really say I put on my headphones and attempted to ignore them, hoping the airport security would stomp them upon arrival No, I didn t think that I was hoping they d leave me alone They did I finished the novel in Rome and was astonished The return of Oskar and the idea of image as document was remarkable Such were a few of The Rat s favorite things, including Hansel and Gretel being besieged by acid rain and mutually assured destruction as a lullaby UPDATE On special request I have translated my review into English, only to find out how hard this is See below Jadoch, R ttin, ich will mich wohl bem hen und ber dich schreiben Nacktschw nzig, knopf ugig, graufellig und witterhaarig stelle ich mir dich vor Du erscheinst dem Dichter zuerst real, unterm Weihnachtsbaum, als erf llter Wunsch, als m gliche Muse f r neue Geschichten.Dann tr umt der Dichter dich und du bem chtigst dich einer eigenen Stimme, doch einen Namen erh ltst du nie Auf R UPDATE On special request I have translated my review into English, only to find out how hard this is See below Jadoch, R ttin, ich will mich wohl bem hen und ber dich schreiben Nacktschw nzig, knopf ugig, graufellig und witterhaarig stelle ich mir dich vor Du erscheinst dem Dichter zuerst real, unterm Weihnachtsbaum, als erf llter Wunsch, als m gliche Muse f r neue Geschichten.Dann tr umt der Dichter dich und du bem chtigst dich einer eigenen Stimme, doch einen Namen erh ltst du nie Auf Rattenwelsch zun chst sind deine ersten Worte noch unverst ndlich Do minscher gripsch Ultemosch Doch schon bald wird deine Rede klar und du sagst ihm, dem Unbequemen, das Unbequeme, n mlich das Ende des Menschengeschlechts und Zuk nftiges als posthumane Geschichte voraus Euch, R ttinen und Ratten, bleibt vom Menschen nur der M ll Ultemosch wird zum Ultimatum Der Dichter tr umt dich, R ttin, und vom Wald Er sieht die B ume sterben und den Kanzler reden und des Kanzlers Kinder, in H nsel und Gretel verwandelt, im Dickicht verschwinden Aus dem Traum wird ein Film Ein Stummfilm wird es wohl sein, mit geh rigen Untertiteln Der Dichter tr umt den Produzenten und es ist Herr Matzerath, das bucklicht M nnlein, von der Blechtrommel befreit, nun Besitzer der Videoproduktionsgesellschaft Post Futurm, gesetzt und bereichert Dichter und Ehedemtrommler lassen in dem Film die M rchenfiguren der Br der Grimm sich versammeln Sie sollen den M rchenwald retten Die Zusammenkunft nimmt im Waldgasthof Zum Knusperh uschen Gestalt an.Der Dichter tr umt dich, R ttin, und von Herrn Matzerath wie er nach Polen reist Sein schwarzer Mercedes wird blechbesch digt auf dem Weg zum Ziel Es trifft sich die weltweit verstreute Sippe im Kaschubischen zur Feier des hundertundsiebten Geburtstags der Gro mutter Anna Koljaiczek redet wie eh und je im Dialekt der Kaschuben und sieht Unheil, Ultimatum und Ultemosch voraus Ech wai , Oskarchen, ieberall is der Daibel drinn Zur ck kehrt, katheterbest ckt, der Herr Matzerath, und sternberaubt der Mercedes Zur ck bleiben wei blaue Schl mpfe aus Plastikmasse einer mit Blechtrommel , unverrottbar bis weit ber Ultemosch hinaus, sowie schmiedeeisern der Schriftzug Solidarno.Der Dichter tr umt dich, R ttin, und von einem Boot, der Neuen Ilsebill, auf dem keine Kerle erlaubt sind Mit f nf Frauen bemannt beschippert das Boot das baltische Meer Sie wollen Quallen z hlen und h ren sie dann singen Der Medusengesang ist ein Omen, wie auch die Unterredung der Kapit nin mit dem Butt, der das Ende nahen sieht und Heil in der sagenhaften Stadt Vineta, erstsilbig zu betonen und nahe Usedom versunken, verhei t Dorthin, in das Frauenreich Vineta, geht f rderhin die Reise.Der Dichter tr umt dich, R ttin, und von dem Maler Malskat Der Maler ist kreativ, aber ein F lscher Seine scheingotischen Fresken zeigen vorkolumbianische Truth hne, vergessene Heiligenscheine und immer wieder das Bildnis seiner Lieblingsfilmschauspielerin Er zieht sich selbst vor den Kadi, kurz nachdem ihm in Form von Briefmarken ein Denkmal gesetzt wird Kunst und Kultur als Treppenwitz dargeboten, aber real.Der Dichter tr umt sich selbst in einer Raumkapsel, als letzter Mensch die Erde Antworten Erde umkreisend Dann mischt er seine Tr ume, f gt Dinge hinzu, l sst andere fort, bis ein zusammenh ngendes Bild entsteht Er sieht die Menschen vergehen und die Ratten sich die Welt nehmen Dann l sst er in Danzig Gda sk die Rattenmenschen anlanden, nennt sie Watsoncricks, und die Geschichte beginnt von neuem Ultemosch English translation Yes sure, ratess, I will very well try and write about you Naked tailed, beady eyed, gray coated, and scent haired I imagine you You appear to the poet in reality, at first, under the Christmas tree, as a wish fulfilled, as a possible muse for new stories.Then the poet dreams you and you seize your own voice, but a name you never obtain In Ratish your first words are unrecognizable Do minscher gripsch Ultemosch But soon your talk becomes clear and you say to him, the inconvenient poet, the inconvenient truth, that is the end of humankind and foretell the future as post human history For you, ratesses and rats, only human garbage remains Ultemosch becomes ultimatum The poet dreams you, ratess, and about the forest He sees the trees dying and the chancellor talking and the children of the chancellor, transformed into Hansel and Gretel, vanishing into the thicket The dream becomes a movie It s going to be a silent movie with proper captions The poet dreams the producer and it is Mr Matzerath, the hunchbacked little man, freed from the tin drum, now owner of the video producing company called Post Futurm, staid and enriched Poet and former drummer let the fairy tales characters of the brother Grimm gather in the film They have to rescue the magic forest The gathering in the forest inn Gingerbread House takes shape.The poet dreams you, ratess, and about Mr Matzerath how he travels to Poland His black Mercedes gets body damaged on the way to destination He meets the globally scattered kin in the Kashubia countryside to celebrate the one hundred and seventh birthday of grandmother Anna Koljaiczek talks like ever before in the dialect of the Kashubians and foresees disaster, ultimatum, and ultemosch Ech wai , Oskarchen, ieberall is der Daibel drinn I know, little Oskar, the devil appears everywhere Coming back are, catheter equipped, Mr Matzerath, and, star deprived, the Mercedes Staying back are white blue smurfs of plastic material one with a tin drum undecayable until long after ultemosch, as well as the wrought iron lettering Solidarno.The poet dreams you, ratess, and about a boat, the New Ilsebill, on which no fellows are allowed Manned with five women the boat sails the Baltic sea They want to count jellyfish and then they hear them sing The medusa s singing is an omen, like the conversation of the captiness with the flounder, who sees the end coming and salvation in the legendary city of Vineta, to be stressed on the first syllable and sunken near Usedom There, to the women s empire of Vineta, henceforth the journey continues.The poet dreams you, ratess, and about the painter Malskat The painter is creative, but a forger His fake gothic frescoes show pre columnbian turkeys, forgotten aureoles and over and over again the image of his favorite movie actress He drags himself to court, shortly after a monument is erected in his honor in the form of stamps Art and culture presented as an afterwit, but real.The poet dreams himself in a space capsule, orbiting the Earth Come in, Earth as the last human being Then he merges his dreams, adds things, removes others, until a coherent pictures is built He sees the humans fade and the rats take over the world The he let the ratpeople dock in Danzig Gda sk, calls them watsoncricks, and the story starts over again Ultemosch This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution NonCommercial ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License