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Yep, the shorter stuff I like better than the more epic stuff like Buddenbrooks which our German teacher tried to make us read (and even in translation, I couldn't get into).
Tonio Kröger's good and Death in Venice is great.
The Magic Mountain I liked too but it had longueurs. All about leaving behind the safety of reflection and philosophical nicety and engaging in the blood and guts world in more pragmatic ways.
I read a lot of Mann as a teenager because of all the homoeroticism and the rumination on the interplay of creativity and genius with mentall disorder.
Mario and the Magician is OK, deconstructing the menace of fascism, in an allegory, from his comfy chair at the heart of the Weimar Republic.
Can't remember any others of his I've read. If I have they were obviously eminently forgettable.
Oh, Confessions of Felix Krull, Con Artist, I thought was crap. I think it came much later in his career than those above though. |
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