Gharn-e man

Gharn-e man

Perhaps it`s fitting that the 1999 winner of the Nobel Prize for literature, Günter Grass, should be the one to see the old millennium out in style. His My Century is comprised of 100 short chapters, one for each year of the 20th century, each told by a different narrator. And of course, since Grass is German, the century he refers to is German as well–a fact that could prove a little daunting to readers not familiar with the intricacies of that country`s history. `1900,` for example, throws us smack in the middle of the Chinese Boxer Rebellion from a German soldier`s point of view. `1903` jumps us into the head of a young student who, clad in a new boater, admires the first Zeppelin, buys a copy of Thomas Mann`s latest book, Buddenbrooks, and attends the launching of the world`s largest ship, Imperator, among other historical events. `1904` is concerned with a miners` strike and `1906` is all about German-Moroccan foreign relations. Yet as year succumbs to year and one narrative voice piles on top of the next, My Century becomes more than the sum of its parts. And Grass always manages to surprise. The chapters `1914` through `1918,` for example, rather than being narrated by the usual suspects–young soldiers in the trenches, worried mothers at home, embittered war widows or shell-shocked veterans–are relayed by a `60s-era young woman who brings two great German chroniclers of the war together. As the now-elderly Erich Maria Remarque (All Quiet on the Western Front) and Ernst Jünger (On the Marble Cliffs) meet and spar over the course of several meals, their reminiscences of the Great War present two radically different views. Jünger, for example, says: `I can state without compunction: As the years went by, the flame of the prolonged battle produced an increasingly pure and valiant warrior caste…` Remarque`s response is to laugh in Jünger`s face: