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3.47 AVERAGE
3.47 AVERAGE
emotional
sad
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
emotional
sad
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
Quando dico che non posso non stare con qualcuno che non sia un artista intendo proprio questo, leggere le parole con cui una persona descrive il proprio amore è tutta un'altra cosa (stessa cosa vale per canzoni, disegni ecc.), dato che non sono ancora mai stata innamorata a volte percepire le sensazioni e le emozioni che un tale sentimento può provocare è travolgente.
L'esagerazione di tutto fa sicuro parte del periodo dell'adolescenza quando ancora non siamo totalmente intrappolati in questa società del cazzo e si potete anche ridere o criticare giovan per questo ma io onestà le persone che si sentono appartenere in tal modo a qualcun altro, che si sentono cosi vive le invidio tantissimo perché tendo sempre ad essere molto riservata e restare sulle mie ed ho paura che un giorno guardandomi indietro risenteró me stessa per non aver mai rischiato e incompleta per non aver mai provato un grande amore
Ora non voglio deprimere qualcuno o dire di voler essere amata come Werther ama Charlotte perché arrivati a metà libro questo si doveva davvero dare una regolata e sicuro tra una decina di anni Werther sarà un personaggio che non avrò neanche più l'illusione di comprendere ma ora dato che sto anche studiando Letteratura e so che con i romantici tedeschi e francesi è sempre un "o tutto o niente" non posso fare altro che ricoprire il libro di stelline perché le quotes di questo friendzonato sono spettacolari gente
L'esagerazione di tutto fa sicuro parte del periodo dell'adolescenza quando ancora non siamo totalmente intrappolati in questa società del cazzo e si potete anche ridere o criticare giovan per questo ma io onestà le persone che si sentono appartenere in tal modo a qualcun altro, che si sentono cosi vive le invidio tantissimo perché tendo sempre ad essere molto riservata e restare sulle mie ed ho paura che un giorno guardandomi indietro risenteró me stessa per non aver mai rischiato e incompleta per non aver mai provato un grande amore
Ora non voglio deprimere qualcuno o dire di voler essere amata come Werther ama Charlotte perché arrivati a metà libro questo si doveva davvero dare una regolata e sicuro tra una decina di anni Werther sarà un personaggio che non avrò neanche più l'illusione di comprendere ma ora dato che sto anche studiando Letteratura e so che con i romantici tedeschi e francesi è sempre un "o tutto o niente" non posso fare altro che ricoprire il libro di stelline perché le quotes di questo friendzonato sono spettacolari gente
challenging
emotional
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
N/A
Rich white boy problems. I'm not interested, thanks. I give this book 2 stars, instead of 1 though, because of him being so emotionally disrupted by unrequited love.
dark
emotional
reflective
sad
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
challenging
emotional
tense
fast-paced
Please proceed with caution: In the following, I will give my reasons why I liked the book and, due to the autobiographical nature of this book, I am fairly certain that my interpretations do not match the authorial intent.
When I follow Werther and his thoughts, I am encountering a very privileged, narcissistic, and very emotional person. At the beginning of the story, Werther states several times how he hates people who are in a bad mood and that people should just be happy. Look how that turned out for him.
Werther seems to do nothing much all day but chill, draw, and socialize. Until the second part of the book, he never talks about work and he soon quits that job (the hardest job, working for a lawyer, much harder than working on a farm). Werther sympathizes with a man who attempted to rape the man's "love interest" and he tries to defend the man for killing his rival. He hangs around his love interest all day for hours without any real things to do. Despite the time he spends around Lotte, the reader learns little of her - Werther loves her without disclosing more than a couple of scenes that endeared her to him. We know little of her character (apart from being an angel and caring for her siblings).
Is Werther infatuated with Lotte or with his vague idea of her?
Why does Werther never refer to anything going on in Wilhelm's life in his many letters? If your answer is "because it wasn't relevant to the story", consider that nothing would have changed in the story if Werther had written a journal instead of letters. Is he so full of himself that he doesn't care about Wilhelm? Is he mentally so unstable that all letters are made up in his head? The reader can decide : )
The emotions Werther has are so intense, they remind me of myself when I was a teenager. Had I read this book 10 years ago, I, too, may have sympathized with Werther. Now, I can enjoy the descriptions of powerful events of nature but I also see the deep flaws in his character. His love is an obsession, his presence in her life seems like an intrusion, his ending seems like bitter irony considering his "just be happy" stance at the beginning. His issues with the restrictions of society are relatable and mirror the desire of many (younger) people to shake things up. As such, I really liked this exploration of his character and I also enjoyed the Sturm und Drang intensity of the writing. I can only imagine how mortified Charlotte Buff must have felt after this book got published. I am impressed that she remained in contact with him after he capitalized so much on their story.
The book is very short, but honestly, I think it could be shorter: Once Werther meets Lotte, his letters are often identical, just declarations of love. Towards the end, there is a long scene where Werther reads his endless Ossian translations and though both Werther and Lotte were deeply moved, I wanted to throw the book into a corner.
When I follow Werther and his thoughts, I am encountering a very privileged, narcissistic, and very emotional person. At the beginning of the story, Werther states several times how he hates people who are in a bad mood and that people should just be happy. Look how that turned out for him.
Werther seems to do nothing much all day but chill, draw, and socialize. Until the second part of the book, he never talks about work and he soon quits that job (the hardest job, working for a lawyer, much harder than working on a farm). Werther sympathizes with a man who attempted to rape the man's "love interest" and he tries to defend the man for killing his rival. He hangs around his love interest all day for hours without any real things to do. Despite the time he spends around Lotte, the reader learns little of her - Werther loves her without disclosing more than a couple of scenes that endeared her to him. We know little of her character (apart from being an angel and caring for her siblings).
Is Werther infatuated with Lotte or with his vague idea of her?
Why does Werther never refer to anything going on in Wilhelm's life in his many letters? If your answer is "because it wasn't relevant to the story", consider that nothing would have changed in the story if Werther had written a journal instead of letters. Is he so full of himself that he doesn't care about Wilhelm? Is he mentally so unstable that all letters are made up in his head? The reader can decide : )
The emotions Werther has are so intense, they remind me of myself when I was a teenager. Had I read this book 10 years ago, I, too, may have sympathized with Werther. Now, I can enjoy the descriptions of powerful events of nature but I also see the deep flaws in his character. His love is an obsession, his presence in her life seems like an intrusion, his ending seems like bitter irony considering his "just be happy" stance at the beginning. His issues with the restrictions of society are relatable and mirror the desire of many (younger) people to shake things up. As such, I really liked this exploration of his character and I also enjoyed the Sturm und Drang intensity of the writing. I can only imagine how mortified Charlotte Buff must have felt after this book got published. I am impressed that she remained in contact with him after he capitalized so much on their story.
The book is very short, but honestly, I think it could be shorter: Once Werther meets Lotte, his letters are often identical, just declarations of love. Towards the end, there is a long scene where Werther reads his endless Ossian translations and though both Werther and Lotte were deeply moved, I wanted to throw the book into a corner.
Goethe wrote this when he was 24 years in 5 and half weeks. Wow! I've just read this book, I don't know if anything I'm blabbering here will even form a meaningful english sentence in any sense; such is the state this book has left me in. I can't bring myself to write anything coherent that justifies just how much beauty there is in these pages, the sweet spring mornings, beautiful valleys and linden trees, the the old pastor's family, the magnificent elegance & beauty of Lotte and her black eyes, and all of this seen through the perspective of our sensitive, passionate young Werther. Goethe paints an unforgettable picture of Werther's sensibilities and his world in the reader's mind that leaves you devastated when his despair strengthens and everything that once seemed to be so full of beauty, turns gloomy and melancholic as trees get hacked down, a peasant boy turns murderer and our werther becomes increasingly obsessive and delusional about getting Lotte for his own when she's already married. His passion burns your heart like a fever.
SEPTEMBER 6, 2020
Oh, poor Werther! Why do you have to be so passionate and restless! To see you, who sees such beauty in the nature, come to this fatal end breaks my heart. You are made well aware of the ugliness in the world when those aristocrats discriminated you in the Count's party, when you were not valued by your stupid ambassador and you've found no light of hope and solace in its dark cruelty. If only you've looked for support in Wilhelm or your mother, not in Homer & Ossian, not in the valleys of Wahlheim that you describe with such passion, not in the silhouette of Lotte in your room who is more beautiful than Albert's Charlotte could ever be (for which you might get angry with me but it's true). But I know, without that fervent passion, what would you be, but just the ordinary person whom you've grumbled about so much. How can I convince a person who believes "What I know anyone can know, my heart is only mine."; how can I stop you when you know the ridiculousness of your actions "I laugh at my own heart and do it's will." and is well aware of the destruction it's going to cause.
You, whose mind has become so dear to me throughout the course of Book one, falling apart like that, to find that there is nothing except Lotte that can save you from succumbing to the terrors of a life that is otherwise devoid of meaning, has torn me apart and ruined this weekend. Look at what has become of you because of this consuming obsession! Read those early letters you've sent to Wilhelm before that fateful ball, maybe that can help you realise the person you once were. From spending lovely time at that well just outside the town and taking a trip down the valley that you've described as a paradise, to wishing Albert was dead and defending a convicted murderer just because you understand his unrequited love, how far you've fallen my friend by giving into your romantic delusions. I can feel the torment of your tempestuous heart, it moves me to tears but I can't understand your actions. How much sorrow you've caused yourself, Lotte and millions of your readers! Why didn't your dear friend Wilhelm hop on his horse, ride to that place and slap you ? why didn't he read the signs when you were playfully pointing an unloaded pistol to your head, when you were talking about biting open a vein to become free and saying all these dreadful things! Wait. Is he just an imaginary friend you've cooked up ? If not, I blame him for this mess. He must be up there in the ranking, fighting for the top spot as one of the worst friends in the history of literature.
SEPTEMBER 6, 2020
Oh, poor Werther! Why do you have to be so passionate and restless! To see you, who sees such beauty in the nature, come to this fatal end breaks my heart. You are made well aware of the ugliness in the world when those aristocrats discriminated you in the Count's party, when you were not valued by your stupid ambassador and you've found no light of hope and solace in its dark cruelty. If only you've looked for support in Wilhelm or your mother, not in Homer & Ossian, not in the valleys of Wahlheim that you describe with such passion, not in the silhouette of Lotte in your room who is more beautiful than Albert's Charlotte could ever be (for which you might get angry with me but it's true). But I know, without that fervent passion, what would you be, but just the ordinary person whom you've grumbled about so much. How can I convince a person who believes "What I know anyone can know, my heart is only mine."; how can I stop you when you know the ridiculousness of your actions "I laugh at my own heart and do it's will." and is well aware of the destruction it's going to cause.
You, whose mind has become so dear to me throughout the course of Book one, falling apart like that, to find that there is nothing except Lotte that can save you from succumbing to the terrors of a life that is otherwise devoid of meaning, has torn me apart and ruined this weekend. Look at what has become of you because of this consuming obsession! Read those early letters you've sent to Wilhelm before that fateful ball, maybe that can help you realise the person you once were. From spending lovely time at that well just outside the town and taking a trip down the valley that you've described as a paradise, to wishing Albert was dead and defending a convicted murderer just because you understand his unrequited love, how far you've fallen my friend by giving into your romantic delusions. I can feel the torment of your tempestuous heart, it moves me to tears but I can't understand your actions. How much sorrow you've caused yourself, Lotte and millions of your readers! Why didn't your dear friend Wilhelm hop on his horse, ride to that place and slap you ? why didn't he read the signs when you were playfully pointing an unloaded pistol to your head, when you were talking about biting open a vein to become free and saying all these dreadful things! Wait. Is he just an imaginary friend you've cooked up ? If not, I blame him for this mess. He must be up there in the ranking, fighting for the top spot as one of the worst friends in the history of literature.