I wished I liked it. I really do. But I don't. Reading The Tin Drum was an experience not unlike the time I read The Bell Jar. The protagonist of The Bell Jar, Esther Greenwood, is clinically depressed and suicidal. The author of the novel, Sylvia Plath, committed suicide not long after The Bell Jar's first publication. The tone and general writing of Plath's famous novel is so intense and captivating that the depression became practically tangible to me. It's next to impossible while reading it not to feel the dark feelings of Esther Greenwood. However, I was and still am completely enthralled with The Bell Jar.
I wish I could say the same about The Tin Drum. Like The Bell Jar, The Tin Drum has an intense tone that reeks of mental disturbance (for lack of a better word). The, what I see as, cynical tone of The Tin Drum, made me cynical. The mundane chapters in which Oskar meticulously described things such as his grandmother's skirts were tedious for me to read. To be honest, I had to read it chapter by chapter, because reading more than one chapter are once was just too much for me. I could never quite connect with Oskar. I think that was my main problem while reading. I didn't understand or ever feel sympathy or really anything for Oskar.
My brutally honest feelings being said, I can see why The Tin Drum received the acclaim it did. I hope our class discussions will have me rooting for Oskar, or at least understand him and the story better.
Please don't hate me Gunter Grass or Oskar-enthusiasts.