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MY BOOK BEGINNING
Granted: I'm an inmate in a mental institution; my keeper watches me, scarcely lets me out of sight, for there's a peephole in the door, and my keeper's eye is the shade of brown that can't see through blue-eyed types like me.
The Tin Drum by Günter Grass.
I've had a copy of The Tin Drum on my TBR shelf forever, but it daunts me. The whole notion of German literature daunts me, although I'm of 100% German stock, so I feel I should appreciate it, and I've read hardly any, so don't have a basis for my opinion.
Then I read about the new translation of this Nobel Laureate's classic, and decided to go that route. My library had an unabridged audio version, so I can read it with my ears. I figure I can just keep listening, even when I don't get it, like with this opening sentence. Sometimes you just have to let art flow over you.