Status Updates From The Tin Drum

...smiled at Nature's efforts to play Spring and make buds burst like tiny firecrackers right on time."
No wonder this mothereffer won the Nobel Prize.

"...the most gifted of politicians...immediately reject whatever they have just created."
Sound familiar?

Oskar throws his drum, and himself, into his (presumptive) father's grave, and begins to grow. This hit me hard. What absolute mastery. What an imaginative story, crazily and ingenuously written. What is left for mad Oskar? Let's see.