Amazon.com suggests that readers of Arnon Grunberg's novel would also enjoy "Bible Stories for Young Children". Mr. Grunberg would no doubt enjoy that irony. Mr. Grunberg's bildungsromane about growing up in A'dam as a disaffected youth is mildly entertaining at times. In his attempt to shock us with his character's utter inability to care, his complete lack of direction and connection, however, one quickly looses interest. This is no "Goodbye Columbus" or "Catcher in the Rye" as the jacket copy writers claim.

Arnon Grunberg, 28 years old, has written a lot of columns in the newspaper "NRC Dagblad". He quit school when he was 16 for cutting classes. This amazing man, who designed a writing style which no writer has done before, debuted with "Blue Mondays". This book is definitely a gold mine. The writing style is unique, and you speed through the book, for Grunberg's sentences have this effect on the reader. This I know from the fact that I've read his other 3 books (not yet translated in English). It is very pleasent to read. I quote "Grunberg goes to the hookers a few times, and suddenly he's a famous author". The fact that he went to the hookers, just makes sure you get a strong impression on how the writer thinks, for he describes these experiences in great detail. Still, until the last part of the story, you are again and again amazed on his true, or possible made up, memories. An astonishing book from an amazing writer. A true recommendation.

Although apparently a literary whiz-kid in his native Netherlands, Grunberg's charms definitely lose something in either the translation to English or in being read by non-natives. This, the second of his novels to appear in the US (preceded by Blue Mondays), is a choppy, meandering, tedious amble around Amsterdam with three awfully annoying and enigmatic characters. The narrator, Ewald, is a weedy teenager who follows his wildly exuberant and impetuous trust-fund friend around like a puppy dog. The hapless slacker duo are soon joined by an apparently alluring Argentine actress. Their adventures are meant to be farcical, but fall flat, as do the many eccentric supporting characters introduced along the way. I read this book because I wanted to read a Dutch novel, and it had gotten a stellar review in Publisher's Weekly. I place it alongside two other translated novels that were completely overhyped and are to be avoided, Benjamin Lebert's Crazy and Enrico Brizzi's Jack Fruciante Has Left the Band.

ALTHOUGH APPARENTLY A literary whiz-kid in his native Netherlands, Grunberg's charms definitely lose something in either the translation to English or in being read by non-natives. This, the second of his novels to appear in the US (preceded by Blue Mondays), is a choppy, meandering, tedious amble around Amsterdam with three awfully annoying and enigmatic characters. The narrator, Ewald, is a weedy teenager who follows his wildly exuberant and impetuous trust-fund friend around like a puppy dog. The hapless slacker duo are soon joined by an apparently alluring Argentine actress. Their adventures are meant to be farcical, but fall flat, as do the many eccentric supporting characters introduced along the way. I read this book because I wanted to read a Dutch novel, and it had gotten a stellar review in Publisher's Weekly. I place it alongside two other translated novels that were completely overhyped and are to be avoided, Benjamin Lebert's Crazy and Enrico Brizzi's Jack Fruciante Has Left the Band.

Nineteen year old Ewald Krieg and his two friends, Elivra Lopez and Michaël "Broccoli" Eckstein have a keen desire to make it big in the movie business. Ewald has just been rejected by yet another acting school when he meets Broccoli who is in the process of holding a tirade against the same school, for he too has received the boot. Broccoli right off takes command of Ewald and the situation and says "so now we're going to drink fish soup."

Broccoli is the self proclaimed Chairman for the "Association for Geniuses" having been pronounced a wunderkind at the age of six while playing the violin in the family living room. As further proof, he says that at the age of twelve he "was already an accomplished plumber," having to deal with his father's unusually large [stool] especially whenever company was expected. Although exceedingly creative and of apparent intellect, Broccoli's true genius is in his influence over Ewald and Elvira. He leads his two friends around Amsterdam, sharing his version of what will work to get them worldwide recognition. As Ewald explains, "Back then if people had told me 'He's the son of God,' I would have taken a good look at him and thought: Yeah, now that you mention it."

Broccoli has the run of his parents large home on Bernard Zweerskade, while his seemingly well-to-do parents are off in Switzerland. The family's housekeeper, Mrs. Meerschwam, and family friend, Berk, are the caretakers. Additionally, Broccoli has several charge cards at his disposal which helps out as the Association members meander throughout Amsterdam and beyond.

In return, Ewald and Elvira do Broccoli's bidding on his schemes to make it in the Hollywood Film business. Broccoli is positive that it just takes the right chance exposure, that no matter how insignificant the part, like the role of a "pimply kid" thrown down the stairs by a whore, there's a chance. Before meeting Broccoli, Elvira actually was the lead actress in a movie, albeit it was more out of chance than desire. It was only a partially completed movie since Galani, the Argentine furrier-turned-movie-producer, ran out of interest in the endeavor and funds before its completion. Impressed by this obscure debut, Broccoli declares that Elvira Lopez will be a "femme fatale" like no other and has her rehearse Macbeth so that all the world will see her talent.

Elvira is not as young as Ewald and Broccoli But at 28, she easily seduces all men that come into her company. Elvira is more or less Broccoli's girlfriend; yet Ewald, our narrator, is fascinated with her. When Broccoli is not around, Elvira and Ewald share stories and laughter so hearty it causes him to drool all over her. Elvira is a mystery that Ewald is constantly working on unraveling.

Then one evening Broccoli's credit card is rejected and in due time his parents show up to close the house. It is during one hilarious but heartbreaking drunken dinner scene that Mr. Eckstein tells Broccoli that he's now has to find a place to live.

Silent Extras is a hapless farce about fantasy and failure. Ewald, as narrator, begins this tale with "I am the moneygrubber, dealer in tenements." In other words, this Dutch man tells us he's come to America to become a real estate agent. During my first read, I was put off by this opening line, but finishing the novel and rereading the prologue, I realize that Ewald makes a conscious effort not to mince words about his goals. In fact he's being very careful about all fantasy and daily recites his top three fantasies that must NOT become reality for "As long as you're alive, you have to stay on your toes, because before you know it another fantasy could come true, and that might be the very one that turns fatal." It was only six years earlier that Ewald was caught up in the fantasy world of theater, further enhanced by Broccoli's delusional goals, Elvira's seductive stories and the Ecksteins fraudulent lifestyle.

In the movies, silent extras are those actors that have no speaking role but a play a pivotal part in the movie. An example of a silent extra is the bum in the alley who points which way the assailant ran. The novel Silent Extras is pure genius at pointing us towards the absurdity of ambition. But unlike the movie, these characters are ones that will be remembered for some time to come.