The magic mountain novel5/11/2023 ![]() The acute joys of reading fine literature, so alien before, were slowly opening themselves up to me. ![]() Yet I still managed to enjoy the collection more, I even savored it. It was work enough to simply understand a sentence unweaving his sophisticated themes and symbols was beyond my ken. (In fact, a friend recently borrowed my copy of Death in Venice, wherein I underlined every word I didn’t know “Man, your vocabulary sucked,” he said as he returned it.) So you can imagine what it was like for me to try and tackle the enormous erudition and sophistication of Thomas Mann. Only rarely did I do my assigned readings, and so I had a remarkably poor vocabulary. I was a negligent student of literature in high school. But of all the great books we made our way through that semester, the one that most stuck with me was Mann’s collection of short fiction, which included Death in Venice. It was a great class we read Plato’s Symposium, Sappho’s poetry, the Song of Solomon, Sade, and Sacher-Masoch. In my freshman year of college, I took a literature course to fulfill a core curriculum requirement: Sexuality in Literature. Running the (Full) M… on The Madrid Half-MarathonĢ023: New Year… on From Gold to Glory: A Slice of…Ģ023: New Year… on Summertime in Andalucía: Three…Ģ023: New Year… on Summertime in Andalucía: …Ģ023: New Year… on Summertime in Andalucía: Jerez…Īh yes, irony! Beware of the irony that flourishes here, my good engineer. ![]() Summertime in Andalucía: Málaga and Surroundings. ![]() Summertime in Andalucía: Jerez and Cádiz. ![]()
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