Death in Venice
As long as we breathe, we live. We do not possess the power to embrace death at will. So, we live. And for living, we cling to a purpose. The purpose may be clear or clouded, animate or inanimate, expressed or hidden, stable or fickle but we have it nonetheless. Even the person accused of leading a purposeless life is surviving on the shredded purpose of vagrancy.So it doesnt come as a surprise that even Gustav Aschenbach, notwithstanding the fame and dignity safely held in his bag of accolades,
Rating: 3.5* of fiveThe Book Report: I feel a complete fool providing a plot precis for this canonical work. Gustav von Ascherbach, literary lion in his sixties, wanders about his home town of Munich while struggling with a recalcitrant new story. His chance encounter with a weirdo, though no words are exchanged between them, ignites in Herr von Ascherbach the need to get out of town, to get himself to the delicious fleshpots of the South. An abortive stay in Illyria (now Bosnia or Montenegro or
Someone recently asked me which was the most melancholy book I had ever read. Of course there are many of them, and it is hard to make a choice, but the first one that instantly came to mind was Thomas Mann's sad story of suppressed emotion and life wasted to keep the appearances. When comparing Mann to Brecht, one sees a line between the belief in a possible cultural achievement and the cynical loss of it, but maybe the line is not only detectable between generations of German authors. Maybe
Lovis Corinth: Self Portrait as Howling Bacchant, 1905, Insel HombroichThere is a haunted dread in the eyes of this bacchant. That howl - more distress than joy. Mania, frenzy, delirium; a Dionysian letting go. This is the mental picture that furnished my mind as I read of Gustav von Aschenbach. Aschenbach is the eminent artist of disciplined control, he has based his whole career on fame, he has achieved recognition through hard graft, a hundred little inspirations that have accrued, that
I find this a difficult work to review. On the one hand, Im awed by the complexity of the narrative, its haunting imagery, the richness of the symbolism and the layers of meaning which Mann was able to give such a short work. On the other hand, a plot involving an older man becoming obsessed with and stalking a beautiful young boy is designed to make 21st century readers feel uncomfortable. Or at least, its designed to make me feel uncomfortable. I have difficulty seeing the Ancient Greek
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Paperback | Pages: 160 pages Rating: 3.73 | 34082 Users | 1763 Reviews
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Original Title: | Der Tod in Venedig |
ISBN: | 0060576170 (ISBN13: 9780060576172) |
Edition Language: | English |
Characters: | Gustave von Aschenbach, Tadzio, Jashu |
Setting: | Venice(Italy) Italy |
Literary Awards: | Helen and Kurt Wolff Translator's Prize for Michael Henry Heim (2005) |
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The world-famous masterpiece by Nobel laureate Thomas Mann -- here in a new translation by Michael Henry Heim. Published on the eve of World War I, a decade after Buddenbrooks had established Thomas Mann as a literary celebrity, Death in Venice tells the story of Gustav von Aschenbach, a successful but aging writer who follows his wanderlust to Venice in search of spiritual fulfillment that instead leads to his erotic doom. In the decaying city, besieged by an unnamed epidemic, he becomes obsessed with an exquisite Polish boy, Tadzio. "It is a story of the voluptuousness of doom," Mann wrote. "But the problem I had especially in mind was that of the artist's dignity."Define Of Books Death in Venice
Title | : | Death in Venice |
Author | : | Thomas Mann |
Book Format | : | Paperback |
Book Edition | : | Deluxe Edition |
Pages | : | Pages: 160 pages |
Published | : | May 31st 2005 by Ecco (first published 1911) |
Categories | : | Classics. Fiction. European Literature. German Literature. Literature |
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Ratings: 3.73 From 34082 Users | 1763 ReviewsComment On Of Books Death in Venice
A short novella, just 83pp. in my edition but one which is immersed in debates about art, creation, beauty and desire. It's deeply allusive (Plato's 'Phaedrus' and 'Symposium', Nietzsche's Apollonian/ Dionysian dichotomy from his 'The Birth of Tragedy') and relies on classical, particularly Athenian, intertexts: the surly, 'uncanny' gondolier who becomes a Charon figure rowing von Aschenbach across the Styx to an 'underworld' from which he never returns; the plethora of beautiful maleAs long as we breathe, we live. We do not possess the power to embrace death at will. So, we live. And for living, we cling to a purpose. The purpose may be clear or clouded, animate or inanimate, expressed or hidden, stable or fickle but we have it nonetheless. Even the person accused of leading a purposeless life is surviving on the shredded purpose of vagrancy.So it doesnt come as a surprise that even Gustav Aschenbach, notwithstanding the fame and dignity safely held in his bag of accolades,
Rating: 3.5* of fiveThe Book Report: I feel a complete fool providing a plot precis for this canonical work. Gustav von Ascherbach, literary lion in his sixties, wanders about his home town of Munich while struggling with a recalcitrant new story. His chance encounter with a weirdo, though no words are exchanged between them, ignites in Herr von Ascherbach the need to get out of town, to get himself to the delicious fleshpots of the South. An abortive stay in Illyria (now Bosnia or Montenegro or
Someone recently asked me which was the most melancholy book I had ever read. Of course there are many of them, and it is hard to make a choice, but the first one that instantly came to mind was Thomas Mann's sad story of suppressed emotion and life wasted to keep the appearances. When comparing Mann to Brecht, one sees a line between the belief in a possible cultural achievement and the cynical loss of it, but maybe the line is not only detectable between generations of German authors. Maybe
Lovis Corinth: Self Portrait as Howling Bacchant, 1905, Insel HombroichThere is a haunted dread in the eyes of this bacchant. That howl - more distress than joy. Mania, frenzy, delirium; a Dionysian letting go. This is the mental picture that furnished my mind as I read of Gustav von Aschenbach. Aschenbach is the eminent artist of disciplined control, he has based his whole career on fame, he has achieved recognition through hard graft, a hundred little inspirations that have accrued, that
I find this a difficult work to review. On the one hand, Im awed by the complexity of the narrative, its haunting imagery, the richness of the symbolism and the layers of meaning which Mann was able to give such a short work. On the other hand, a plot involving an older man becoming obsessed with and stalking a beautiful young boy is designed to make 21st century readers feel uncomfortable. Or at least, its designed to make me feel uncomfortable. I have difficulty seeing the Ancient Greek
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