Arnon Grunberg



My plant is starving to death. It’s a present from my “amante”?. She named the plant Bennie, so it’s fair to say that Bennie is dying. I’m not completely sure if Bennie is fading away because of too much water or too little. My frequent travels are not helpful, that’s for sure.
It’s the second plant that I'm losing. The first one was a leftover from Marianne’s work. Marianne is the mother of my godson, among other things.
I’d love to find a reliable plant sitter in New York, but I don’t want the plant sitter to go through my archives while I’m not here. Or take a shower, use the bathroom. Money is not the problem, paranoia is the problem. In this case it’s paranoia with a reason.