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3.47 AVERAGE
3.47 AVERAGE
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
emotional
sad
tense
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
N/A
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
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The Sorrows of Young Werther inspired a novel of my own- 'The Boredom of Young Anna!'
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Oftentimes beautifully written but always unfortunately dull. One hundred pages felt like a thousand. I'm still looking forward to reading Theory of Colours, however!
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Oftentimes beautifully written but always unfortunately dull. One hundred pages felt like a thousand. I'm still looking forward to reading Theory of Colours, however!
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I normally don’t like stories about love, but this book builds up the emotionality of Werther in an sensible crescendo of reflexions, descriptions, events, and imagery, so the character’s feelings don’t appear like an exaggerated whim of the heart, but an in depth exploration of his melancholy.
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Normalmente no me gustan las historias sobre el amor, pero este libro construye la emoción del personaje principal en un crescendo de reflexiones, description, eventos y imágenes sensatas que hacen que los sentimientos de Werther no aparezcan como un simple capricho de corazón sino cómo una exploración de melancolía.
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D’habitude je n’aime pas les histoires qui parlent d’amour, mais ce livre construit l’émotion de façon sensée à travers un crescendo de réflexions, de descriptions, d’évènements et d’images. De cette façon les sentiments du jeune Werther ne semblent pas être le résultat d’un caprice du cœur mais un exploration de la mélancolie.
I normally don’t like stories about love, but this book builds up the emotionality of Werther in an sensible crescendo of reflexions, descriptions, events, and imagery, so the character’s feelings don’t appear like an exaggerated whim of the heart, but an in depth exploration of his melancholy.
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Normalmente no me gustan las historias sobre el amor, pero este libro construye la emoción del personaje principal en un crescendo de reflexiones, description, eventos y imágenes sensatas que hacen que los sentimientos de Werther no aparezcan como un simple capricho de corazón sino cómo una exploración de melancolía.
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D’habitude je n’aime pas les histoires qui parlent d’amour, mais ce livre construit l’émotion de façon sensée à travers un crescendo de réflexions, de descriptions, d’évènements et d’images. De cette façon les sentiments du jeune Werther ne semblent pas être le résultat d’un caprice du cœur mais un exploration de la mélancolie.
History points out that Werther was an immediate and international success for young Goethe, both for its saccharine romanticism and for the rich public debates that followed in its wake concerning the nobility or cowardice of suicide. As with so many other historical resonant pieces of literature, it seems both to have been widely interpreted in its own time and to have fallen into a stereotypical reputation over ensuing generations. As with many such works, reading it for one’s self opens up a unique reflection with greater depth than can be justified by any summary.
Werther is written as a series of outgoing letters from Werther, mostly to his old friend Wilhelm back at home. He is traveling in a new country, filled with euphoric pastoral scenery in which is basks each day. He is obviously a man of extreme temperaments and polarizing opinions, one eager to have candid communion with all of mankind. He eager makes friendships with the common people and their children, often eager to debasing himself in the sight of the nobility in exchange for the friendship of all mankind. He talks of the wealth of beauty in the countryside and the ways in which reading Homer beside a waterfall fills both the reading and the experience with unequivocal glory. He wishes all men were more interested in common good and beauty over business and building their own empires.
Then he meets the darling Lotte, eldest of a large brood and caretaker for all her siblings. She is already betrothed to the worthy Albert, but that doesn’t stop Werther from making her acquaintance quite closely and fawning over her. Soon he is enveloped in a cloud of desperate passion, unable to see any beauty apart from hers. Here and there, stories of the common people around them give him pause to diversify his complaints against the tragedies of life, but overall he is overcome by the all consuming desire for she who is his hearts deepest companion and whom he cannot acquire. He debates with himself, with Albert, with common people, over the philosophies of indulging wholly in the emotional impulses of the moment vs a staid and sturdy long term outlook with all of its trite aphorisms. Werther is brash and speaks foolishly often, but he is committed to the idealistic outlook of euphoric joy in a moment surpassing any long term view that deadens sensitivity.
Werther leaves at last, takes on a government position he detests working for an ambassador of mean aspirations, and does his best to forget himself into his work for half a year. At last, he is embarrassed by intrigues and aristocratic snobbery around him and he resigns, feeling slightly more capable of being around Lotte and Albert for his absence. But alas, his reacquaintance with them proves to toss him into an ever deeper and insurmountable abyss.
Under a seemingly melodramatic exterior, this book explores all sorts of complex questions about the natures of depression, philosophies, personalities, and suicide. Werther is a proponent of all sorts of clear ideals from the beginning, including validating children, the poor, natural harmony, the arts, etc. He makes it clear time and again that he would rather speak candidly from the heart with any man than to hold any sort of concourse with anyone speaking in thoughtless vagaries or trite excuses. He is eager to embrace any moment wholly for itself in a way that borders on giving up control of self. He comes into the book filled with joy but already openly vacillating between euphoria and suicidal depression. Even so, he always doubles down on believing that there should be no moderation in any instance. As his beliefs and emotions align in depressive reflections on what he cannot have, he becomes almost indulgent in his losses. This is where the questions become so complex, as to depression being a simple disease or something we can mentally control ourselves away from. Werther’s friends best intentions (which we aren’t made privy to) are always thwarted and excused in Werther’s responses. Werther gives himself over to his beliefs on his best and worst days and suicide seems to come almost as a victory against validating any outside perspectives.
Werther is written as a series of outgoing letters from Werther, mostly to his old friend Wilhelm back at home. He is traveling in a new country, filled with euphoric pastoral scenery in which is basks each day. He is obviously a man of extreme temperaments and polarizing opinions, one eager to have candid communion with all of mankind. He eager makes friendships with the common people and their children, often eager to debasing himself in the sight of the nobility in exchange for the friendship of all mankind. He talks of the wealth of beauty in the countryside and the ways in which reading Homer beside a waterfall fills both the reading and the experience with unequivocal glory. He wishes all men were more interested in common good and beauty over business and building their own empires.
Then he meets the darling Lotte, eldest of a large brood and caretaker for all her siblings. She is already betrothed to the worthy Albert, but that doesn’t stop Werther from making her acquaintance quite closely and fawning over her. Soon he is enveloped in a cloud of desperate passion, unable to see any beauty apart from hers. Here and there, stories of the common people around them give him pause to diversify his complaints against the tragedies of life, but overall he is overcome by the all consuming desire for she who is his hearts deepest companion and whom he cannot acquire. He debates with himself, with Albert, with common people, over the philosophies of indulging wholly in the emotional impulses of the moment vs a staid and sturdy long term outlook with all of its trite aphorisms. Werther is brash and speaks foolishly often, but he is committed to the idealistic outlook of euphoric joy in a moment surpassing any long term view that deadens sensitivity.
Werther leaves at last, takes on a government position he detests working for an ambassador of mean aspirations, and does his best to forget himself into his work for half a year. At last, he is embarrassed by intrigues and aristocratic snobbery around him and he resigns, feeling slightly more capable of being around Lotte and Albert for his absence. But alas, his reacquaintance with them proves to toss him into an ever deeper and insurmountable abyss.
Under a seemingly melodramatic exterior, this book explores all sorts of complex questions about the natures of depression, philosophies, personalities, and suicide. Werther is a proponent of all sorts of clear ideals from the beginning, including validating children, the poor, natural harmony, the arts, etc. He makes it clear time and again that he would rather speak candidly from the heart with any man than to hold any sort of concourse with anyone speaking in thoughtless vagaries or trite excuses. He is eager to embrace any moment wholly for itself in a way that borders on giving up control of self. He comes into the book filled with joy but already openly vacillating between euphoria and suicidal depression. Even so, he always doubles down on believing that there should be no moderation in any instance. As his beliefs and emotions align in depressive reflections on what he cannot have, he becomes almost indulgent in his losses. This is where the questions become so complex, as to depression being a simple disease or something we can mentally control ourselves away from. Werther’s friends best intentions (which we aren’t made privy to) are always thwarted and excused in Werther’s responses. Werther gives himself over to his beliefs on his best and worst days and suicide seems to come almost as a victory against validating any outside perspectives.
4.5*
el werther, como yo, no sabe amar las cosas de a poquito. me gustó bastante amigues, si bien no siempre le entendí a sus filosofadas sí me gustó lo dramatiquísimo que es y que se le nota el protorromanticismo
rip werther, you would have loved Lonesome Love by mitski
el werther, como yo, no sabe amar las cosas de a poquito. me gustó bastante amigues, si bien no siempre le entendí a sus filosofadas sí me gustó lo dramatiquísimo que es y que se le nota el protorromanticismo
rip werther, you would have loved Lonesome Love by mitski
Probablement 3.5, mais je crois que j'ai un faible pour les romances (heureuses ou pas) à la Jane Austen
"...¿Estará escrito en el destino del hombre que solo pueda ser feliz antes de tener razón o después de haberla perdido?.."
Me hizo llorar, y esta escrito de una manera tan bella, con ideas interesantes, y debates los cuáles adoré leer. A pesar de no sentir aquel amor no correspondido en la historia fuertemente, y que parece más obsesión, me parece que tiene ideas interesantes acerca de la sociedad también, de la reflexión de werther y la escritura es muy bella, lo que ayuda.
Me hizo llorar, y esta escrito de una manera tan bella, con ideas interesantes, y debates los cuáles adoré leer. A pesar de no sentir aquel amor no correspondido en la historia fuertemente, y que parece más obsesión, me parece que tiene ideas interesantes acerca de la sociedad también, de la reflexión de werther y la escritura es muy bella, lo que ayuda.