Take a photo of a barcode or cover
paigemcloughlin 's review for:
The Magic Mountain
by Thomas Mann
Enjoyed it greatly but now I got to pick it up again to jog my memory to remember why I liked Hans Castorp's adventures in a sanitarium spa. excuse while I rummage through my library. Review to follow after reading.
Update April 5, 2021, I think a running theme in some strains of modernism is Yeats line from the second coming.
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
This split is also highlighted in TS Elliot as the shadow between thought and action. The modernist bought you an interior stream of consciousness but also Futurism with the fascist corporate ethos of move fast and break stuff now a watchword of silicon valley. We are in a similar modernist moment with the same split (much like Weimar of Mann). It is a place where a civilization self-destructs. The thinking and doing are divorced which leads to a scherzo of the sort that usually is a sign of trouble. Artists tend to pick up on this vibe early. Hans Castorp a sufferer in a tuberculosis ward with fellow sufferers often explores this unhappy dynamic with fellow inmates. Anyway, as much as I adore modernity and modernism it has that particular flaw in it that blew up in the 30s and 40s and seems to be hitting again. Overthinking nerds in a spa caught in a dead space as the world goes on a gyre.
Update April 5, 2021, I think a running theme in some strains of modernism is Yeats line from the second coming.
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
This split is also highlighted in TS Elliot as the shadow between thought and action. The modernist bought you an interior stream of consciousness but also Futurism with the fascist corporate ethos of move fast and break stuff now a watchword of silicon valley. We are in a similar modernist moment with the same split (much like Weimar of Mann). It is a place where a civilization self-destructs. The thinking and doing are divorced which leads to a scherzo of the sort that usually is a sign of trouble. Artists tend to pick up on this vibe early. Hans Castorp a sufferer in a tuberculosis ward with fellow sufferers often explores this unhappy dynamic with fellow inmates. Anyway, as much as I adore modernity and modernism it has that particular flaw in it that blew up in the 30s and 40s and seems to be hitting again. Overthinking nerds in a spa caught in a dead space as the world goes on a gyre.