Quotes

When Catholic painter Gyula Somos read a review by Arnon Grunberg in NRC Handelsblad about a exhibition of the work of the Italian Dominican [Fra Angelico], he immediately felt the urge to come to his fellow artist’s defense. Not with words, but with the brush.
There used to be a connection between achievement and fame. You were able to do something well and might become famous because of that. Today, fame is the achievement.
Tomorrow in Kortrijk, the Dutch writer will preside as Moslimas, Christians, Jewesses and pagan women engage in a mud-wrestling competition.
The novel is a remarkable description of an author’s psyche that is also very entertaining.
It sours, like real literature.
WN: By the way, the Occupy movement, are they still out there? In the snow? AG: Good question. I’ll have to go and take a look. But I’m pretty sure they are. It seems to me that you wouldn’t let yourself be scared off by a little snow.
Jews are just normal, everyday people.
You can’t always control the way an image develops or how other people talk about me. A lot of people may think that if things go a certain way in my books, well then that’s what his life must be like too.
The wit and sardonic intelligence that shine through Arnon Grunberg’s prose makes it a continual pleasure to read.
Freud is a deep, dark red with just a dash of violet from its earliest childhood. The nose, at first, is not pronouncedly explosive, but develops in the glass. Aromas arise of prune, blackberry jam, candied cherry and subtle tones of spice along with a whiff of vanilla. In the mouth, vanilla and coconut, flavors added to the wine by means of ten months’ ripening in oaken kegs, complement the red and dark fruit in an elegant and exotic fashion. Its texture, that which one feels in the mouth, is fulsome, rich and ripe. Soft with strength and bite.