Writer Günter Grass on why he prefers remaining off line, working the old-fashioned way: "Literature for example -- you can't speed it up, when you work with it. If you do, you do so at the expense of quality."
"The dry Berlin wit sparing no one," writes Gunter Grass in The Tin Drum, and count that as a pop quiz: If you know, you know. If you've been on the other end of that dry Berlin wit sparing no one, you won't forget it.
Günter Grass may or may not be right to say, in his poem, that Israel's nuclear weapons are a threat to world peace. But he's right to say that the West's attitude to Israel, and its nuclear arsenal, involves an awful lot of hypocrisy.
Here is a European writer, one of the greatest and most eminent, for he is Nobel prize laureate Günter Grass, who has nothing better to do than to publish a poem in which he explains that there is only one serious threat hanging over our heads: the State of Israel.
By misusing border controls to make a symbolic gesture of contempt against a writer, Israel's Minister of the Interior weakens his nation's otherwise strong case for excluding individuals who pose genuine threats to the physical security of Israeli citizens.