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The Magic Mountain
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I am in a good mood today!
Which should be readily apparent, because if I were not, this book would probably have received only two stars from me—not as a reflection of its literary quality per se, but rather as a reflection of my own reaction to it.
Here is what happened yesterday: I finished this book and tossed it forcefully onto the coffee table next to me in what may be seen as a transparent attempt to attract attention to myself (which is something I tend to do often) and sure enough someone picked it up, read its title, and asked me what it was about, providing me with a wonderful opportunity to roll my eyes dramatically (another move with which I am somewhat familiar) and ask, “Do you realllllly want to know?” I explained that it was about this aimless young gentleman who decides to kill some time before starting a new job by visiting his cousin in a tuberculosis sanatorium high up in the Swiss Alps, but who begins to exhibit symptoms of ill health himself and whose visit becomes lengthened by increasing bouts of time until his initial 3-week stay has been stretched out to a full seven years, and that this book was about his experiences in that sanatorium over the course of those seven years. By this point, my enquirer’s eyes were wide with interest and I was astounded. In explaining the premise of a book that has actually kind of bored me, have I inadvertently extolled its virtues? Is this book perhaps more interesting than I am giving it credit for? The short answer to that is, NO! This exchange with my enquirer has merely revealed what I think is the essence of The Magic Mountain—it is a place that appears interesting, a place a reader might wish to visit on account of that appearance, but once there it is a place that traps the reader for seven long years and berates him with its endless philosophical musings and its explorations of moral ideologies, and only upon being finally discharged does the reader discover his eyes are bleeding from all the fork stabbing.
Now I have gone ahead and made it all sound so horrible. The truth is, this book is very well written. It has a lot to say about the cyclical nature of time and humanity’s fruitless attempts to anchor itself against its continuous passing. It speaks of the mysteries of biology and brilliantly relates the starting point of life to an unexplained (and unstoppable) illness. It presents death as merely an extension of life as opposed to its diametric opposite and eerily makes the reader feel comfortable with it. And it exemplifies the importance of spiritual health to providing fulfillment for a life that is by most accounts cursory and meaningless. But at the end of the day, it is a book for the brain, and as much as that may be adequate for some, I need a book with a heart and soul. I need a book with characters I can relate to and empathize with, and unfortunately this book had none of that. So, to the extent that I “enjoyed” my visit to this sanatorium, it is not a place to which I would consider returning any time soon.
Which should be readily apparent, because if I were not, this book would probably have received only two stars from me—not as a reflection of its literary quality per se, but rather as a reflection of my own reaction to it.
Here is what happened yesterday: I finished this book and tossed it forcefully onto the coffee table next to me in what may be seen as a transparent attempt to attract attention to myself (which is something I tend to do often) and sure enough someone picked it up, read its title, and asked me what it was about, providing me with a wonderful opportunity to roll my eyes dramatically (another move with which I am somewhat familiar) and ask, “Do you realllllly want to know?” I explained that it was about this aimless young gentleman who decides to kill some time before starting a new job by visiting his cousin in a tuberculosis sanatorium high up in the Swiss Alps, but who begins to exhibit symptoms of ill health himself and whose visit becomes lengthened by increasing bouts of time until his initial 3-week stay has been stretched out to a full seven years, and that this book was about his experiences in that sanatorium over the course of those seven years. By this point, my enquirer’s eyes were wide with interest and I was astounded. In explaining the premise of a book that has actually kind of bored me, have I inadvertently extolled its virtues? Is this book perhaps more interesting than I am giving it credit for? The short answer to that is, NO! This exchange with my enquirer has merely revealed what I think is the essence of The Magic Mountain—it is a place that appears interesting, a place a reader might wish to visit on account of that appearance, but once there it is a place that traps the reader for seven long years and berates him with its endless philosophical musings and its explorations of moral ideologies, and only upon being finally discharged does the reader discover his eyes are bleeding from all the fork stabbing.
Now I have gone ahead and made it all sound so horrible. The truth is, this book is very well written. It has a lot to say about the cyclical nature of time and humanity’s fruitless attempts to anchor itself against its continuous passing. It speaks of the mysteries of biology and brilliantly relates the starting point of life to an unexplained (and unstoppable) illness. It presents death as merely an extension of life as opposed to its diametric opposite and eerily makes the reader feel comfortable with it. And it exemplifies the importance of spiritual health to providing fulfillment for a life that is by most accounts cursory and meaningless. But at the end of the day, it is a book for the brain, and as much as that may be adequate for some, I need a book with a heart and soul. I need a book with characters I can relate to and empathize with, and unfortunately this book had none of that. So, to the extent that I “enjoyed” my visit to this sanatorium, it is not a place to which I would consider returning any time soon.
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Reading Progress
July 10, 2013
– Shelved
July 15, 2013
– Shelved as:
groupthink
July 15, 2013
– Shelved as:
dead-tree-edition
August 6, 2013
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14.16%
"He tried putting himself in Herr Albin’s shoes and imagining how it must be when one is finally free of all the pressures honor brings and one can endlessly enjoy the unbounded advantages of disgrace—and the young man was terrified by a sense of dissolute sweetness that set his heart pounding even faster for a while."
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100
August 13, 2013
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28.33%
"What a bunch of lazy-ass motherfuckers these TB patients are. When do I get my fucking "rest cure"? That's what I'd like to know."
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200
August 19, 2013
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42.49%
"“However much I detest seeing that dubious construct of moonshine and cobwebs that goes by the name of ‘soul’ played off against the body, within the antithesis of body and mind, it is the body that is the evil, devilish principle, because the body is nature, and nature—as an opposing force, I repeat, to mind, to reason—is evil, mystical and evil.”"
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300
August 27, 2013
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56.66%
"“Let me touch in devotion your pulsing femoral artery where it emerges at the top of your thigh and then divides farther down into the two arteries of the tibia!”
SO romantic."
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400
SO romantic."
September 6, 2013
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70.82%
"It's chapters like Snow that remind me what I love about this book, and that more than make up for the dreadful Settembrini–Naphta duels (which make me want to gouge my eyes out)."
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500
September 17, 2013
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84.99%
"I was just thinking how great it would be if the author waited until 80% of the way through the book to introduce yet another important character. Because wouldn't that be fun?
Fortunately, Mann was one step ahead of me."
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600
Fortunately, Mann was one step ahead of me."
Started Reading
September 30, 2013
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Finished Reading
October 1, 2013
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October 1, 2013
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reviewed
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Aug 05, 2013 05:49PM
So is it a dizzyingly rich novel of ideas?
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So what you are saying is that this is a book that pulses with life in the midst of death.
Haha, wtf? Are you reading some blip on it or something? It's about this German dude who needs a little R&R, so he figures he'll kill two birds with one stone and go visit his cousin who is recovering at a sanatorium in the Alps, because this way he gets to hang with the cousin. Except you get the feeling pretty quickly that this is not going to be a short visit. (Especially as it tells you so in the foreword.)
I am quoting from the blurb on the GR page for the book. I love those kinds of descriptions because of how inane they are. It's amazing.
I don't know about this one yet. I know I am going to be pissed that there isn't an actual magical mountain, because I hate titles that lie, especially when it comes to magic. But [P] is talking me into reading Mann's Doctor Faustus on his thread. So what, are all the cool people reading Thomas Mann right now? Why doesn't anyone want to read Dr. Seuss with me?
I don't know about this one yet. I know I am going to be pissed that there isn't an actual magical mountain, because I hate titles that lie, especially when it comes to magic. But [P] is talking me into reading Mann's Doctor Faustus on his thread. So what, are all the cool people reading Thomas Mann right now? Why doesn't anyone want to read Dr. Seuss with me?
Ha! Well, I'm also reading it because I want to read it. I meant that's why I happen to be reading it right now.
Jason wrote: "Haha, wtf? Are you reading some blip on it or something? It's about this German dude who needs a little R&R, so he figures he'll kill two birds with one stone and go visit his cousin who is recover..."
Now that sounds interesting!
Now that sounds interesting!
You know? It actually is. I am currently loving this book! 550 pages left to go though, so...anyone's game, really.
Is there any magic in it? Or Nazis? Bad guys?
Jason wrote: "You know? It actually is. I am currently loving this book! 550 pages left to go though, so...anyone's game, really."
This one had the same daunting feel as Proust. You're just dispelling all the eek! out of these "hard" books. Maybe...maybe you're the magickian!
This one had the same daunting feel as Proust. You're just dispelling all the eek! out of these "hard" books. Maybe...maybe you're the magickian!
Really? What makes this seem daunting? Just its length? I admit, it is a long book, but it's entirely readable. There isn't anything daunting about it, I assure you.
Oh fuck you dude. Says the guy who gave 5 stars to two—TWO!—Pynchon novels. We will not discuss "hard" books and magicians.
So how are you liking Proust? I just saw your 7% update. So far so good?
So how are you liking Proust? I just saw your 7% update. So far so good?
Also I could interpret your comment as, "Oh wait. THIS GUY can read this book? In that case, it MUST be easy." In which case, again, I say: go fuck yourself. :)
You can only really appreciate the text in its original German, Jason. Clearly you don't care about this book.
I have never read any of the Russian authors besides Chekhov. I probably should fix that. I like German stuff. Two years of studying language may not have taught me how to read or speak German, but it did make me really interested in the culture. And Werner Herzog is my favorite director, so if this book is anything like his movies then I will probably be a Mann lover.
...but it did make me really interested in the culture.
Me, too. I'm working on a project right now (at work) with a team in Frankfurt and I was really hoping to go there. I wasn't vocal enough about it, though. I bet I could have been sent there had I been more vocal.
Me, too. I'm working on a project right now (at work) with a team in Frankfurt and I was really hoping to go there. I wasn't vocal enough about it, though. I bet I could have been sent there had I been more vocal.
You should be more vocal now if the oppurtunity is there. Carpe dium and shit.
Yeah, no. The opportunity has passed. We were transferring a process there. It would have made sense to go there during the transfer, but not afterward.
Looks like if I go to Frankfurt it'll be on my own dime.
(And if it were on my own dime, I'd rather go to Munich.)
Looks like if I go to Frankfurt it'll be on my own dime.
(And if it were on my own dime, I'd rather go to Munich.)
Dammit, I missed out on your talking to yourself, Jason! GR needs to send better updates, or reminders to check updates when one hasn't logged into the site in several days. I'm envisioning a hammer...yes, a glass hammer that smacks its way through the laptop screen and does a lil gimme yr lunch money, kid or better yet, a simple handshake reminder that it's time to log in again.
I forget where, but somewhere on GR I saw a group or maybe a simple post that talked about the general difficulty folks have with Magic Mountain. But if you say it's readable, I shall more than take your word for it. And not even in a snotty way, either :D
Did you like a the Pynchons?? It's a decade now since I read 49 but I remember loving it. And Gravity, wow. There were some oddball moments, but every forty pages, almost like clockwork, the guy would throw you this bone as a peace offering. See there, it wasn't so bad right? I'm a magnanimous writer person, really.
Ulysses, until the final three chapters, was wavering around a three. Those final three, though. Pierced the heart, is what they did. The second I read the last word I wanted to flip to the front and start over. It's still calling for it, a year later.
Ever since I began Proust, there's been something crazy going on in the day-to-day. But whenever it gets quiet a moment I pick it up and peek into his world. His writing style took a lil getting used to - he uses a higher diction than books I've read in the past year or so - but once I found his rhythm I could sink inside a scene even if I left off mid-sentence (which I try not to do, but he has a couple a long ones). I would almost liken the experience of reading him to getting to stay home from school on a rainy day. There's a homeyness about it that was there the first time I read it. I was afraid that feeling wouldn't be sustainable over the course of the full novel, but seventy pages it, it's still hovering. This is one of the first books I've read where I'm not rating it as I go. Very different sorta book :)
I forget where, but somewhere on GR I saw a group or maybe a simple post that talked about the general difficulty folks have with Magic Mountain. But if you say it's readable, I shall more than take your word for it. And not even in a snotty way, either :D
Did you like a the Pynchons?? It's a decade now since I read 49 but I remember loving it. And Gravity, wow. There were some oddball moments, but every forty pages, almost like clockwork, the guy would throw you this bone as a peace offering. See there, it wasn't so bad right? I'm a magnanimous writer person, really.
Ulysses, until the final three chapters, was wavering around a three. Those final three, though. Pierced the heart, is what they did. The second I read the last word I wanted to flip to the front and start over. It's still calling for it, a year later.
Ever since I began Proust, there's been something crazy going on in the day-to-day. But whenever it gets quiet a moment I pick it up and peek into his world. His writing style took a lil getting used to - he uses a higher diction than books I've read in the past year or so - but once I found his rhythm I could sink inside a scene even if I left off mid-sentence (which I try not to do, but he has a couple a long ones). I would almost liken the experience of reading him to getting to stay home from school on a rainy day. There's a homeyness about it that was there the first time I read it. I was afraid that feeling wouldn't be sustainable over the course of the full novel, but seventy pages it, it's still hovering. This is one of the first books I've read where I'm not rating it as I go. Very different sorta book :)
Maybe it is time I tried this again. I tried it once about 8 years ago and found it tear-inducingly boring :(
It started off really great. Very readable, very interesting. I think I was riding a wave of high expectations. But then it became sadly bogged down with awful philosophical explorations that I couldn't give a fuck about, and I thought I was doomed. But I kept with it for some reason.
I'm almost done (though it is slow going), so I will finish it.
I'm almost done (though it is slow going), so I will finish it.
Jason wrote: "Ah. I see how it is relevant."
Very much so. Looks better than this big dull clunker of a novel.
Very much so. Looks better than this big dull clunker of a novel.
Haha, this review made my day. Seven long years that lead to eye-stabbings, now that is some literary imagery my friend. I've always been intrigued by this one, but the length has kept me from jumping to it quickly (I like me some novellas ha). Good to hear Mann is still a fantastic writer though. Good work.
Very well written review! Though, I'm kinda confused now as to whether or not I actually want to read this.
I loved The Magic Mountain, although I admit that I enjoyed Buddenbrooks more, even though TMM is probably the more important work. You would probably feel the same way. Joseph and His Brothers, though, its 1500+ pages of which I am in the middle right now, I can tell you is flat-out fucking amazing.
"But at the end of the day, it is a book for the brain, and as much as that may be adequate for some, I need a book with a heart and soul."
Wonderful!
Wonderful!
Thanks, guys!
Yeah, I don't know that this would be a book I'd be going around recommending everywhere, but I can attest to its writing quality—it's just that that's not enough for me. I will say, though, that if you do enjoy philosophy, and I don't mean drunk Saturday night "we are so small in this universe" philosophy, but really masters-level thesis philosophy on individualism and humanism and mysticism and whateverelse-ism, then perhaps you will like this book.
Yeah, I don't know that this would be a book I'd be going around recommending everywhere, but I can attest to its writing quality—it's just that that's not enough for me. I will say, though, that if you do enjoy philosophy, and I don't mean drunk Saturday night "we are so small in this universe" philosophy, but really masters-level thesis philosophy on individualism and humanism and mysticism and whateverelse-ism, then perhaps you will like this book.
...and only upon being finally discharged does the reader discover his eyes are bleeding from all the fork stabbing.
Hah! I love it.
Hah! I love it.